He'd been nervous lately, for obvious reasons, and this night was making it worse. All the ghosts. What if she was here, and worse, what if she remembered?
It turned out that Noble shouldn't have been worried about Mrs. Cartwright, he should have been worried about Miss Cartwright, because apparently she had crossed the room to tell him they shouldn't be seen together.
(He really could have picked a better accomplice, Noble thought distantly.)
"It's my brother's event," Noble hissed back. Maybe that was an over-simplification, but this felt to him like a Ford Greengrass production. Besides that, they'd been going to almost everything as a unit ever since Verity's kidnapping — Noble wasn't going to be the first person to break that, even though he desperately didn't want to be here. "What are you doing here?"
Wasn't she supposed to be in mourning?
It turned out that Noble shouldn't have been worried about Mrs. Cartwright, he should have been worried about Miss Cartwright, because apparently she had crossed the room to tell him they shouldn't be seen together.
(He really could have picked a better accomplice, Noble thought distantly.)
"It's my brother's event," Noble hissed back. Maybe that was an over-simplification, but this felt to him like a Ford Greengrass production. Besides that, they'd been going to almost everything as a unit ever since Verity's kidnapping — Noble wasn't going to be the first person to break that, even though he desperately didn't want to be here. "What are you doing here?"
Wasn't she supposed to be in mourning?
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