Alice was beside herself, so she didn’t think twice and poured her champagne on him. Before Aurelianus could react, Cédric clapped and laughed. “Brava! Bis!”
He was the only one to find it funny. Rather than offer his help, Tom glared at her like she had interfered in an argument that didn’t concern her while his father, speechless, was digging in his pocket for a handkerchief.
“Here dear, leave it to me,” his companion said, pulling out one from her silver clutch purse. “Tom, baby, I don't think you should grant such liberties to your wife. Someone might find her attitude disrespectful, not to say very unladylike.”
Her sweet, melodious voice was at odds with her acid glances.
So, that was Lucinda! Why wasn’t she surprised? Alice rolled her eyes in resignation: oh yes, of course her hu
