When the footman set the tea tray down, Julien took the pot at once. He hoped that waiting on his aunt would please her enough to distract her from the true purpose of her call, which was no doubt some sort of discussion of his current well-being. A slight arch of her eyebrows was the only indication of Cordelia’s surprise as she accepted the cup.
“Thank you, Julien. I don’t recall the last time you were so attentive.”
Julien congratulated himself as he sat back with his own cup.
“In fact,” Cordelia continued, “I don’t recall you ever being so attentive. It makes one wonder at these sudden changes.”
Damnation. He’d gone too far and aroused her suspicion. All he could do now was try to maintain his composure.
“Not to mention all the balls you’ve been attending lately—and without anyone
