Thirty-TwoSeb sat in dressmaker Cressida Washington’s reception room with a coffee, his third, balanced on one knee, and tamped down his rising impatience. One of the burdens of insisting on keeping Isabella safe was that he’d had to accompany her to a dressmaker’s appointment at Cressida Washington’s establishment. Cressida was the most sought-after fashion virtuoso between the mountains and Sacramento. Women came from the capital for designs and fabrics that were found nowhere else. Pania, for one, swore by her flair for suggesting just the right cut and color to flatter.
Sebastian was more than happy to leave all that to the ladies, but for the last hour and a half he’d been twiddling his thumbs like Isabella’s fashion lackey while she conferred with Cressida about her wardrobe for a p
