Ridley shrugged. “There’s always a chance.”
“Highly unlikely, but you’re probably right about talking to her alone. It’ll look strange if both you and I accompany her out of the ballroom. If it’s just you, then you can probably wait till she goes to the ladies or something. Find her there, then tell her you need to talk outside. Definitely don’t say anything important while you’re still in the bathroom.”
Ridley folded her arms and fixed her gaze on Archer. “I’m not a complete amateur.”
“Sorry, just making sure.”
“Okay.” Ridley looked down into the ballroom again. “Shall we head downstairs now?”
“Yes. Let’s go and mingle. That’s what my mother would—Ah.” Archer paused, his gaze focused on the room below once more. “Speak of the devil. There she is, along with the rest of my perfect fam
