“Darling, are you feeling alright?” Everyone turned toward her after he spoke.
Lydia smiled her best dazzling pretense of happiness. “What could possibly be wrong on such an evening, sweetheart?”
Alerted, Josie put her hand on Lydia’s forehead to check for fever. “Duncan, you need to get Lydia home. She is pale and she feels very warm. Max, call for the check.”
Max dutifully raised his hand toward the waiter even though Lydia insisted she was perfectly fine. “I will never forgive myself if you cut this wonderful evening short because of me. Please, just order me a cup of hot tea. No need to fuss.”
Reluctantly, Max ordered the tea, and Lydia drank it while the rest of the table finished their dinner. She did feel a bit better afterward but was still not herself on the ride home. After D
