“I believe I shall.”
Michael bowed to her in the solitude of the private terrace, then took her hand and led her back to her grandmother and Lia’s side.
“Your Grace,” Elise said, when she saw a lapse in her conversation with the matron, “Would you happen to know where my brother is?”
Lia leaned forward to say for Elise and Michael’s benefit alone, “In his office. I believe he said he needed to find something at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey.”
Her grandmother hooted with laughter, and behind her Michael coughed, catching Ren’s humor. People around them began to turn their heads and look toward their party. “Perhaps I’ll go help him find what he’s looking for.” He bowed to both ladies and nodded to her before leaving to find her brother.
Early the next morning, Elise went to Beverly
