CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Candra ran into Jonathan’s lab. “You gotta go to the garden right now!”
“Fuck.” He snatched off his glasses. “You know the rules. Unless it’s important, don’t bother me while I’m in the lab.”
“Dee’s going crazy.” She flung her arms. “She’s scaring the dress lady.”
“What?”
“She’s throwing a fit saying she won’t marry you. You need to get to the garden immediately.”
“Shit.” Jonathan rushed from the room, bumping into the table as he left. With Candra following him, he arrived in the garden.
Dee sat on the daybed, hiding behind the canopy curtains.
Miss Aubuchon, The French dressmaker, stood in a pile of lace and silk swatches, trembling. “She threw my samples all over the place.”
“Deidra,” Jonathan said. “Come out of there right now.”
“f**k you, Jonathan.”
Aubucho
