“What if someone recognizes you?” Bethany moaned. She was indulging in an agony of second thoughts. “No one will recognize me,” Emma said patiently. “I haven’t been to London in almost five years, since before Mama grew ill. And I never properly debuted, you remember. Just think of it as a game of charades, nothing more.” The sparkle of passing lights reflected in the gleam of Emma’s jeweled dress. She was sitting opposite Bethany, facing backward since her dress took up the entire seat. It laced up the front and then cut wide over her breasts, flaring into sleeves whose brocade flowers were picked out in jewels. Bethany gasped. “We forgot to discuss—to discuss—” Emma raised an eyebrow. “The baby!” her sister sputtered. “Oh that,” Emma shrugged. “I certainly understand the mechanics. And given Kerr’s reputation, he should have no questions in that area.”< F01Dn row. /p> “But the mechanics—” Bethany moaned, her alarm clearly growing. Luckily, the carriage was slowing down; Emma judged she had better hop out before her little sister tried to issue a veto on the evening.
