There was no arguing with him, Caroline knew from that tone. She stiffened, willing her face to remain neutral, calm. She'd looked forward to this outing, to being with Evander, and yet now simply because of one mishap, he wanted to call it a day.

"Certainly." To keep her tone from seeming to stiff and betraying her disappointment she found it was almost too cheerful: as if she knew couldn't wait to get away from these gardens too. She wished he'd give the display a chance, wished not write off the whole day, but what good had wishing done her thus far?