“Until then, Miss Ringgold,” Rafe Lennox promised.
Bridget nodded. Once he left, she let out a small and audible sigh of relief.
“As I said, he did not recognize you.”
“He might if we spend more time together. Mr. Lennox was not shy to talk around me, and often asked questions about the goings-on around Penzance.”
“All you have to do is survive one dance with him.” Trystan put his name down on her card for the final dance of the night. “Here comes Kent. Stay with him for a moment while I bring you something to drink.”
Trystan headed for the refreshment table to collect glasses of arrack punch. As he walked through the crowds, he heard dozens of people whispering questions as to who the mystery beauty was who had been brought to the ball.
Trystan couldn’t help but smile to himself in
