His voice was low, a mere murmur through the crowd, but Caroline did not miss his words and felt her pale cheeks growing warm. She lowered her eyes demurely to her gloved hands before peeking back up at him. "I am glad for that." She admitted.

Then, as if shaking it away, Caroline straightened every so slowly and met his gaze. "And I am very happy." She told him, meaning every word. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "I suppose I should see to the guests." The thought drawing a sigh to her lips. Normally she loved crowds and parties but right now she rather hoped the remaining hours of the reception would last. Besides, the longer she remained here the sooner they would speak to Evander and while she loved crowds she was quite well aware her husband (husband!) did not. Likely he'd flinch if trapped in a conversation with Mr. Kirke and herself.