*Rapunzel*
And so he does, and a minute later we are under way. Unfortunately, the Luna’s house is only about a fifteen-minute drive, which means that Layla is only slightly less tipsy by the time we arrive. “I shall know instantly who she is,” she says chattily, as we descend from the carriage in front of a large town house.
“Are you implying that there will be courtesans in attendance?” I ask, feeling rather more interested in the Chuttle ball than I am in visiting Almack’s.
“Undoubtedly,” Layla says. “That’s why your father will be here. As I am saying, I shall recognize Winifred. I know the sort Jonas favors. I’m sure she’s one of those she-wolves who rush up and tell you that no matter what they eat, they simply cannot gain weight. He told me once that I had a flat stomach, you kno
