88 Chapter 88

A terrible waste of money?

Sinking down on the wooden bench inside the theater box, Splendor's eyes glazed. She'd said that? To Gabe of all people? How could she? And what the blazes had she come out with that stuff about Lady Kertouche's patronage for when it was fantasy? Win the competition first? Put herself second?How could she think that either?

She must go to his lodgings right this instant and tell him they'd leave for Gretna Green within the hour. She'd marry him in what she stood up in. How could she have said otherwise? Because she owed a few pounds?

"Fine," Stillmore said. "Bring the tray over here."

Because of this finger-snapping ass. That was why she'd said it. This ass who had dragged her to the theater, as he'd dragged her to that ball last night at Lady Kertouche's. A place that had worked on her senses, as this one wasn't going to.