Alice Grey pondered the array of satin skirts, silk chemises, and ruffled crinolines laid out across her bed, tapping her foot with indecision over what to wear for her rendezvous with John Wilkes Booth. The emerald striped satin with the lace trim and sheer overskirt was the most feminine, but the off-the-shoulder azure with the seed pearls had the most plunging neckline. She moved forward to pick it up and check it for stains and loose threads, but doubt niggled at her once more. Did she want to show that much décolletage?
She answered her own question in a split second. This was a tryst with John Wilkes Booth! That decision made, she was poring over her rows of shoes to match the azure gown when she heard a tap on the front door.
At first she ignored it, but when it became an insisten
