Emma
I smiled as I sniffed the aroma of the champagne Rett poured. We were in what I would learn was an unusual state of solitude. Yvonne had left us and our waiters were yet to arrive.
“I'm happy you're amused, Mrs. Ramses."
“I never thought of myself as the one to bag the most eligible bachelor."
“Ah, what Miss Yvonne has yet to realize is that her congratulations were wrongly focused. You see" —he lifted his glass of bubbling wine toward me— “I am the one who should be congratulated."
I lifted my glass. The two met in the middle near the rose and candles with a clink. “Pray tell?"
“Once your identity is fully realized, it will be noted that I'm the one who seized the most eligible bachelorette."
I took a sip of the dry champagne. “Seize is an appropriate word."
“Wooed, courte
