The object of Frang's desire was eating in the kitchen with Ailene, discussing plans, tasks already ordered and those yet to be made.

"How much more must you do on your dress?" Ailene asked. "I've finished mine. It's so daring, I wonder what Stuart will say. I've never worn something so revealing before."

"About an hours work, no more. I should finish it tomorrow without problems."

"How have things gone with Frang? Is he respecting your wishes?"

Isobel sighed. "He is. I am in my own room now. He remains a gentleman, leaving me to my own devices. I'm grateful for his forbearance. Last night, he looked at me with...