"They make a handsome pair," Bellona allowed without any real joy in her tone as she came up alongside the Mr. Prewett her sister did not fornicate with clutching her glass of punch as though it were the only thing keeping her alive.

It was early in the reception, few outside of family present, and Bellona hoped that if she made enough of an appearance early, she could fake a headache and retire to one of the rooms upstairs. She had to greet her sister's new family, of course, but this also meant Mr. Felix Prewett, whom she had entertained thoughts of marrying.

(Daydreams, really, for he had never even hinted at affection, but still)

But, no doubt, he knew now the sort of woman Camilla was, assumed much the same of Bellona—yet another possibility dashed upon the rocks of her sister's poor impulse-control.