Chapter 24
Sinclair stared into the hall mirror and made a final adjustment to his cravat. Before lowering his hands, he discretely exhaled in front of his palm. Satisfied, he took his last sprig of parsley and tucked it into the vase of tulips on the console table.
“You look much improved, Benjamin,” Lady Sinclair said, descending the staircase in an elegant emerald green gown.
“I pity Lord Coddington, missing such a vision as you are this evening, Mama.” Sinclair kissed his mother’s knuckles and helped her into the waiting carriage. “I hope you two have not had a falling out?” He leaned his walking stick against his knee.
“Of course not.” Lady Sinclair settled her skirts as Elliott set the carriage in motion. “He is expecting to always escort me everywhere, and I cannot in good consc
