Fredrick lifted his brow. “Who won?”
“Anette,” Roswell admitted. “But in all fairness, she is like a love expert.”
Simone laughed, feeling freer than she had been in a long time. She truly couldn’t think of a time when she was this happy.
Caleb kept hold of her hand and moved it to the crook of his arm. “Shall we go dance, my love?”
My love.
She thought her heart would now burst from happiness. Who would have thought that those two simple words would have such a profound effect on her?
Caleb descended the stairs with a smile on his lips. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t been able to stop smiling since last night when he had declared his love for Simone. After that kiss, they returned to the ballroom and danced two sets. Two magical sets. He wasn’t one for dancing, but he loved nothing more than to hold Simone in his arms.
He was going to quite like being married to Simone. She challenged him to be better, in all aspects of his life.
As he stepped into the dining room, he saw his sister was sitting at the table with the newssheets in her hand.
“Good morning,” he greeted.
Anette lowered the paper to the table. “Good morning, Brother.”
“Not that I am complaining, but why are you here?” Caleb asked as he sat down across from her.
She smiled broadly. A little too broadly. His sister was up to something. “I came to see you,” she said. “But while I was waiting, I read the most fascinating article.”
“Did you, now?” he asked.
“Yes, apparently, Lady Hungerton had amnesia these past two years and was working at a boarding school in the countryside,” Anette said.
Caleb leaned to the side as a footman placed a plate of food in front of him. “That is interesting.”
“I thought so, as well, making me wonder if it is hogwash,” Anette remarked.
“Language, Sister,” Caleb teased.
Anette laughed. “You are far too sensitive if you find thatword offensive,” she said. “I just wonder why you didn’t tell me that Lady Hungerton had returned.”
“It was not my place to do so.”
Lowering her voice, Anette asked, “What really happened to Lady Hungerton?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” she insisted.
Caleb reached for his fork and knife and said, “I’m afraid it is not my story to share.”
Anette looked put out. “You are no fun.”
With a curious look, Caleb asked, “What else was said in the article about Lady Hungerton?”
“Only that Lord Hungerton is thrilled for his wife’s return and that they will retire to their country estate for the remainder of the Season,” Anette shared.
Caleb bobbed his head, knowing it was only a matter of time before Lord Hungerton’s untimely death was announced.
Anette looked dubious. “Is any of that true?”
“I’m afraid not.”
