The evening air was crisp, sharp, and completely dark by the time Delaney's carriage pulled smoothly onto the busy cobblestone street. The country theater was much smaller than the grand, towering opera houses of London, but it was incredibly lively and full of bright energy. Warm, glowing oil lanterns hung over the wide entrance, casting long yellow shadows across the stone pavement. The narrow street was completely filled with the busy, loud sounds of arriving carriages, snorting horses, and the excited, happy chatter of the gentry.
Rowan was already there.
