I’m suddenly in need of a cup of tea, and the blend they served yesterday was so delightful. Maybe it would soothe my jangled nerves and help me think.” Chloe patted her arm. “Mais oui, but of course. I will return just as quickly as I can, madame,” Chloe said after ushering Louisa to the entrance of her suite. “Check at the front desk for the nearest apothecary, as well. My head is throbbing. Perhaps the druggist could suggest something.” “Yes, madame.” As Chloe bustled down the hallway with a rustle of skirts, Louisa wearily twisted the key in the lock. In truth, she didn’t care if her maid was able to return with the items or not. She merely needed a few minutes alone. Shutting the door behind her, Louisa leaned against the panels, wondering why it seemed as if a lifetime had passed since she’d left the room. Had it only been an hour? When she’d last left these walls, she’d been filled with such anxiety, excitement, hope…. And now? Tossing her parasol onto one of the velvet-tufted settees, she closed her eyes.
