*Polly*
To my extreme annoyance, Fennec not only doesn’t accompany me to the Alpha Prince of Wales’s private musicale, but also doesn’t bother to show up until it’s almost time for supper.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to be here hours ago,” I hiss at him, pulling him away from the group to the other side of the drawing room, out of earshot. “Claribel has turned herself into a plaster and applied herself to Geoffrey; he’s hardly had a moment to breathe, let alone notice I am in the room.”
“Well, I’m here now,” Fennec says.
I take a closer look. He wears a beautiful indigo coat with dark green velvet lapels, entirely appropriate for a private musicale hosted by the Alpha Prince of Wales. But there’s something about his face, and his eyes…
“You’re tipsy!” I exclaim, with some
