She looked down at her brother. The emotional, sweet sister completely vanished. She pointed a firm, commanding finger directly at Rowan's chest.
"Leave absolutely everything to Aunt Margery and me," Ines instructed him with authority. "You do not need to worry about a single detail of this party. We will take care of absolutely everything."
She turned slightly to look at Aunt Margery, who was already nodding her head in fierce agreement.
"We will completely transform this house," Ines promised, her eyes flashing with a competitive light. "We will make it even more grand, more beautiful, and more spectacular than the last one we tried to plan. The entire Ton will be talking about this betrothal ball for the next fifty years."
Aunt Margery stood up from the sofa. She began pacing back and forth across the fine rug. She tapped her chin thoughtfully with her finger, entirely lost in a massive, spinning world of planning.
