It had been a good evening, plenty of good food, drinks, and conversation to go around. Felix was feeling quite good about the event on a whole, although the champagne might have had quite a bit to do with that, when guests began to head home. The cool early morning air greeted him, refreshing after the stuffy ballroom. Already the first fingers of sunlight were sliding into the sky and most of the guests were yawning about him ready to sleep until the early afternoon. Thank goodness that the Prophet’s offices did not require his presence this morning.

As his carriage rolled around to the entrance Felix opened the door and deftly swung himself into a seat as he rapped on the roof of the carriage. The signal taken the driver was quick to get the horses into action. Perhaps too quick.

Indeed, for beside him, dressed in taffeta and silk was Miss Fawley.