“Where in the blazes did you get that?” He shook his head when Dylan reached for her slate. “No mind, I don’t rightly care. Look, you will have to escort yourself to the garden party, you hear? Lady Shauna has agreed to let me follow her to the party. She’ll get mad at me if I have you trailing me like a dog. So get.” Jarlath made a shooing motion, stepped into the hallway, and locked his door. Dylan rolled her eyes at Jarlath before she went off on her own. Lady Shauna said she would let Jarlath follow her to the party, that meant he wouldn’t walk in with her, the dunce. The party—much less formal than the ball—was to be held in a garden just off the main palace. There were the usual party staples—musicians, food, and drink—but no dancing. Instead, everyone was viewing flowers and shrubs trimmed to resemble animals—or they were supposed to. Mostly the nobles ignored the gardens and sat on silk cushions or walked in groups, talking about business, gossip, and fashion.
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