and Mrs. Horwatt’s fashionable town house in Hanover Square the following evening,. He looked outrageously handsome in black evening clothes, his snow white cravat in stark contrast, just as the scar on his face was in direct opposition to the utter beauty of everything else about him. His gaze found hers and his lips spread into a small smile, which only increased her excitement. Her belly tumbled over itself and she wondered how she’d ever be able to eat a thing at dinner. She slid a look at her aunt, who was deep in conversation with Lady Dunthorpe. They both glanced toward the doorway, which gave Lydia to believe they were discussing Jason’s arrival. Lydia’s protective instincts kicked up and she had to restrain herself from walking over to speak with him. Aunt Margaret had been pleased to know that Lydia would not be participating in the planning of Jason’s party any longer, though she’d been disappointed at not learning Lockwood House’s secrets.
