Emilia had spent the day at the flower show, feeling either much younger or much more romantic than she was. She wished Kit was here with her, or perhaps that her children were still young enough for her to drag to places like this — it was an enjoyable excursion, but one that would have been better if she had brought someone with her. Perhaps she should have taken Winnie.

They eventually turned the outdoor pavilion into a dance floor, with the garden on the ceiling. Emilia tilted her head up to look at it. She glanced at the man next to her; she recognized him as Mr. Podmore after a brief glance-over. "You've done good work here," Emilia said mildly.