"Will you join me, Reynard?"
"Yes…"
Reynard barely noticed himself speaking. But no, here he was—signed up for a coup.
And with how Amelia was smiling at him, he couldn't even regret it.
"Thank you. It means a lot to me," she said sincerely and stepped away.
Her smile turned slightly mischievous.
"There are many people who are easily manipulated. But in my experience, there are very few who are actually WORTH manipulating. Oh, by the way!"
She pulled a handkerchief and a handheld mirror from her purse and offered them to Reynard.
"You should wipe your face…" She gestured around her smiling lips. "And then I will have to return to the other guests. I have already signed for several more dances…"
***
At least twenty minutes had passed by the time Reynard rejoined Marien. He had to down an entire glass of wine and half a plate of stuffed eggs before he calmed down.
