Freya hid her amused smile behind her champagne glass. After taking a sip of the bubbly liquid she replied with, "I suppose so." Truthfully, after their brief mention of tonight's festivities in their letters Freya would've been disappointed if he hadn't come. There were so few genuine people in their world that his opinions — however liberal were a refreshing relief.

"And how is Lysander? Not annoying you with the chick, I hope?" It'd been a risk gifting the waddling, chirping chick to his ward, but Freya could think only of the fun she had with it. Each of her dear friend's children were gifted similar items, some chosen from her childhood selection and some purchased new. After four years of a childless marriage Freya was quickly realizing children weren't a blessing to be included in her marriage, which wasn't such a terrible thing. Subjecting a small child to Daniel's moods wouldn't be fair.