CHAPTER 6
IF MR. MIDNIGHT followed the book, if indeed he turned up at all, tonight’s escapade would be in the stables. With the floor made from old stone slabs, I figured I’d be safe enough in heels, so I’d avoided Mother’s wrath and gone with stilettos for the floral party.
With the flowers in place, the buffet set up, and the waiters hovering with trays, the ballroom looked magnificent if I said so myself. Now all we needed were the guests.
They began trickling in at seven, starting with the nouveau riche and those determined to curry favour with my parents. Anyone who was anyone would arrive later to make an entrance, Gregory included, it seemed.
Angelica strutted up beside me, making a rare appearance at a family do.
“Didn’t you have a better offer?” I asked.
“Rumour has it the
