You were not supposed to return. Not like this. Lady Danbury as your families sponsor this year as you normally stay in Paris. You were not supposed to be in search of a husband.
You were spending the night at Jennifer’s house again, a ritual that had become second nature to the both of you. Jennifer always seemed to come alive in your presence, her sharp wit and easy smile reserved exclusively for you. She didn’t care much for the company of others; they bored her, irritated her even. But you? You were different. Maybe it was because she was utterly, insatiably obsessed with you.