Chapter Seven
“Well, that was an interesting turn of events was it not?” Beverly said the next morning as they breakfasted in Elise’s room.
“Yes.” Elise buttered her toast. “And I think he planned the entire thing.”
“Come now, Elise, Michael couldn’t have possibly planned bumping into you. How was he to know you’d be leaving the box as he entered?”
“He might not have planned spilling his drink over me, but he had something concocted along that line.” She ripped off a vicious bite from her slice of bread. “I’m sure of it,” she said through a full mouth. There was nothing he could say to change her mind. Michael knew she’d be there, and he inserted himself into her evening plans.
“I asked Huddleston about Wilson and Lady Caroline, and it turns out the two have known each other ages.” Be
