Chapter One
~May 10, 1806~
Lydia Sheffield grasped onto her friend Tina’s arm, certain that she had to be imagining things. “I’m sorry, but did you just see that?”
“See what?” Tina asked, following her line of sight.
“That man,” Lydia followed the man with her eyes across the crowded ballroom, trying to indicate who she was speaking about without outright pointing in his direction. “That man heading out the door, the one in the gray coat. He just stole two diamond pins from a lady’s hair!”
“What? You must be imagining things, Miss Sheffield,” Lady Norman, Tina’s mother, said with a little laugh. “No gentleman would steal pins from a lady’s hair!”
“No, I’m certain… oh, he’s gone,” Tina said, feeling strangely disappointed. She let go of Tina’s arm, but her heart was still pounding. Sh
