Chapter 336: Plotting...plotting...plotting.
Roland was certain that his wife would commit murder. Her hungry tiger like gaze kept following Emmah around as she dazzled suitor after suitor and shared dances with one young noble lord after another. Her dance card was full but that had not stopped men from trying to convince her to abandon others and pick them.
There was no doubt that the gates of the Fairfax estate would be trampled by doe eyed suitors and drowned in flowers tomorrow.
This outcome was not what Sigrid had been expecting. Until an hour before the debutante ball started, they had been told that Emmah was without a dress and her hair was ruined.
She was so angry that she almost drunk wine, without noticing.
"Easy, my love. Remember that you are pregnant. Small things like this should not affect you. We still have time to deal with her." Roland whispered to her.
"It is no small thing Roland." She whispered to him. "We are supposed to ruin her tonight. But look at her, she is flourishing. How the hell did she get her hands on that dress? Someone must have helped her...someone with magic."
"You don’t think that it is Lord Gentry, do you?" he asked.
They heard the sound of soft melodic laughter and looked out. Emmah was the source, of course. She had single handedly managed to turn the rest of the young ladies into wall flowers. Even the men that were dancing with them were sending longing glances Emmah’s way.
It seemed like the lucky halo was working overtime tonight, using what little power it had left to make Emmah dazzle.