Gwendolyn opened her mouth to explain, but the words caught in her throat. She stammered, trying to find something—anything—that might ease the tension, but nothing came out. Just as she was about to attempt speaking again, something soft hit her square in the face.
Startled, she pulled it away and realized it was her gown. Lord Sherbourne had thrown it at her, and now he stood there with his arms crossed, looking even more annoyed.
She stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise, clutching the gown to her chest. She was taken aback by how abrupt everything had happened and couldn't get the feeling that this wasn't exactly how she imagined her night would end.
