“But if you did, think how boring your life would be,” I called after him.
He snorted and walked out.
* * * *
Mother got her big wedding, and as I had warned Nigel it was a three-ring circus for the society set. However, the expression on his face as I walked down the aisle on Father’s arm, in a lace and peau de soiegown dripping with Swarovski crystals, made it worthwhile.
“You’re overdoing it, little sister,” Jefferson said softly as we twirled around the dance floor.
“Overdoing what?” I asked as I searched for my husband. I smiled when I spotted him waltzing with Mother.
“Anyone looking at you would think you were head over heels in love with the man.”
“Isn’t that the point? After all, we’ve just exchanged vows.”
“Yes, but you’re supposed to be his cover.”
“And aren’t I doing an excellent job of it?” I gazed over his shoulder into Nigel’s eyes.
“Change partners, Jefferson?” he murmured.