Sabre as a duchess was no stretch of the imagination, but Jack as a countess? Not quite so easy to fathom. At least she seemed comfortable in her new house, chatting easily with the servants, which was a wonder in and off itself. In the next few weeks George would be able to see how her friend did in Society. She paused for a moment, considering. Would she be here for the next few weeks? She had been shying away from thinking about Casimir, but had he really left her? She hadn't seen him in a full day. She stubbornly turned her mind from that line of thought, it would only lead to further weakness. She had to accept that her likelihood of seeing him again was slim. She turned her attention instead to watching Jack coo over the elaborate sweets being prepared for the nuncheon dessert. Sabre had a famous sweet tooth, so nothing was likelier to please her.One of the servants surreptitiously slid a biscuit off the tray and winked at George when he realized she'd noticed him. Cheeky. She was considering whether or not to tell her friend about the servant's behavior when Jack noted the time and swept George into action.
