*Sterling*
That I am able to walk straight to the coach, without stumbling, after having the breath knocked out of me at the sight of Frannie descending the stairs is a miracle.
Only on my way home, after I issued my invitation, did it occur to me that she might not possess anything appropriate to wear to the theater. I debated having Evangeline send a gown over to her… they are near the same size… but that would carry with it the danger of Claybourne discovering our little tryst, which might then result in me acquiring another black eye. I decided that no matter what she wears, I would be delighted to have her on my arm.
Instead, I arrive to discover that she is stunningly beautiful. Fortunately, I have an oil lamp in the coach so I can feast my eyes on her as we journey through the c
