She was almost a spinster. Hanna was hoping that fact would keep her from getting spotted. She walked out of the restaurant, finding her steps more unsteady than they'd been before the cocktail, and her mouth tasted like the heady fruit of it — she was able to regain herself once she was outside, a few steps off of the path outside of the restaurant.

She looked down at her dress; adjusted the positioning of the amulet, and tugged on her bodice so that the top of her chest was just slightly more visible. She turned her head when she heard his voice, and smiled again. "It's nice out here," she said, "With the breeze."