The bedroom door opened without a knock. Adrian’s great-aunt stepped inside, her expression already set in the firm lines she used when she expected to be obeyed. Vivian straightened slightly but did not move away from his side.
“Adrian,” the older woman said, “you’re coming with me. We’re going into the city for baby clothes. The nursery still has nothing proper and the child will be here any day now.”
Adrian kept his eyes on Marceline. “Not now.”
“Yes, now.” His aunt crossed the room and took hold of his arm with surprising strength. “The baby is the priority. Whatever this is can wait. I’ve already had the car brought around and the shop is holding the private room for us.”
He pulled his arm free. “Send one of the staff. Or go yourself. I’m busy.”
“Staff don’t choose the clothes fo
