I slip my phone back into my clutch, grinning mischievously to myself in the bathroom mirror. The little plotting session with Zoe has my heart racing with delicious anticipation. Will I actually go through with the ridiculous plan we just cooked up? Part of me can't believe I'm even considering it. But the other part - the reckless, silly part that still lives for causing a little good-natured chaos - is practically vibrating with exhilaration.
Smoothing my hands down the sleek lines of my gown, I take a fortifying breath and head back out into the fray. Charles spots me immediately and his face lights up in that way that never fails to make my knees go wobbly. I saunter over to him, unable to resist a little extra sway in my hips.
"There you are, my dear," he rumbles in that melted cho
