Chapter 6
Frankie
The next morning, I’m sitting in a sleek black limo, dressed in a navy skirt suit, trying not to hyperventilate. Daniel is watching me with concern.
“Breathe, Frankie. It’ll go fine.”
“I feel like I’m going to court.” I raise my arms and look down at my Kate Middleton outfit. “I look like it, too.”
“Lady Ursaline isn’t going to cross-examine you. Well, she will, but you have nothing to fear.”
“Oh god.” I glance out the window as the limo rolls up to a monstrously large estate. The four-story stone front looks like something out of a Jane Austen movie set. Lady Drey’s mansion could easily fit into one of the wings. I feel faint.
“Shall I fetch the smelling salts?” Daniel asks, and I realize I said what I was thinking out loud.
“Relax. Pay attention a minute.” He ta
