Caroline waited like a bell awaiting its death toll. A knock on her door caused her arm to crash one cooking pot into another. She threw back her shoulders and opened the door.
"Caroline!"
Sarah hugged her and squeezed past. Caroline let out a whoosh of breath.
"Sarah, what are you doing here?" She had expected Deville, dark and smirking, to be on the other side.
"I‟m leaving for London and wanted to see you before I left."
"Leaving?" Anxiety spiked.
"Yes. Lady Tevon scheduled a bridal appointment with Madame Tardineau.
Madame Tardineau! Can you imagine?" She whirled. "The best modiste in London is going to fit me for a trousseau. All of the younger women are joining us. We are to attend activities and a ball just for us tonight in London. They are treating me so well." She beamed.
