Fifty-ThreeIsabella frowned as she pored over the script in front of her, the outline of the entertainment she was to present at the testimonial dinner, which she hoped would sink Edmund Quincey in California society once and for all. She loved doing it — in fact, she thought if she ever gave up performing she might even endeavor to produce her own shows. But that was for another day. Right now, Sebastian was back to talking to her like a concerned uncle, and she hated it.
He’d come back from seeing Caroline Studebaker in Sacramento looking awfully pleased with himself, though he hadn’t given her any details of what was planned except to say she’d been more than happy to agree to denounce Edmund at a time to be arranged — or when she saw it was appropriate. They hadn’t worked out the deta
