You’re absolutely mad,” Gwen exclaimed, dropping onto the footboard chest, her expression incredulous. “I can’t imagine that you’d try something as foolish as this, Cat.” Caitlin stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned slowly, checking her gown from every possible angle. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t,” she said as if she were discussing the purchase of a new carriage. “It makes perfect sense to me.” Gwen closed her eyes in annoyance, but Caitlin was still wearing the same half-smile she’d had for the past hour. “You haven’t been thinking, that’s what it is. You just haven’t been thinking,” Gwen said. Caitlin stared at the other woman’s reflection. “I have been doing nothing else, Gwen Thomas, and I’ll not be discouraged. I mean to leave Seacliff tonight or my name isn’t—” “Dead,” Gwen said angrily. “You’ll be dead before the sun rises.” Caitlin had had enough of arguing. She sliced the air with her hand, indicating silence and examined herself more closely.
