That smile was the very reason Daniel had agreed to this damable venture in the first place. How at ease his wife looked, how very happy when she smiled like that. He could survive a summer like this if it kept her by his side, that smile dancing across her lips and the lines of worry that had begun to creep over her forehead to smooth away like a bad memory.

He had an impulse to kiss her on the forehead, to bend down and graze his lips over hers despite the bustling servants, but it wasn’t the time or place for such actions. Even if they would calm his nerves. Instead he offered her his arm and led them outside.

“Where to my dear?”