Lucy giggled, “I should have realized.” She wondered if her servants would think the same thing. It wasn’t altogether unheard of, but she supposed she had always found running away to be a bit more romantic than the circus.

A happy sigh escaped her lips. “I’ve always wanted to see Italy.” Lucy admitted. And France. But there would be time for all of that.

“Miss?” Her maid’s voice was quiet behind them, but it held a hint of urgency. Reluctantly Lucy stepped away from Ace and turned to look at her. “I think someone might be coming.” Worry crept into her chest and Lucy looked up at Ace worry in her eyes. They weren’t free yet, couldn’t celebrate yet. If anyone had learned they had left…. Lucille didn’t want to think of what they might do to stop this marriage from happening.