Thank goodness the duke was having only a small dinner party. It was all just a bit overwhelming as it was. Unable to remain on her injured foot for long, Lady Charity remained seated on a Grecian couch, and Juliet hovered nearby. Keeping her eyes cast downward, she idly toyed with the clawed foot of the green velvet couch with the tip of her shoe. “Gracious sakes, dear,” said Lady Charity through a tight smile. “Nothing interesting on the floor. Try to keep your eyes lifted.” With a sigh, Juliet did as she was told, and not a moment too soon. A stout handsome lady approached amid the rustle of her satin gown in sapphire blue. Fiery rubies and icy diamonds glittered from overlarge eardrops that danced as she walked. What was her name? Lady… something-more? Hrmph, should be penny-more with all those jewels y’ve got dangling. That was it! Lady Fenimore. “My dear Annabella,” she murmured, her smile reminiscent of a cat’s that had gotten into the cream.
