Elain paused and glanced over her shoulder at the man who had just walked past her, not because of his perfectly tailored suit or his looks, but because of the familiar scent he carried.
It wasn't just any scent, but a lady's perfume. She recognized it immediately, as it was Rory's favorite, the one Mr. Blythmor had gifted her for her birthday last month. It had been imported from another country and hadn't been mass-produced. According to Rory, only five people possessed it, and only two were from Liandel, one of them being Lady Adeline, the woman betrothed to the crown prince.
Elain's heart skipped a beat. Lady Adeline had arrived with the prince, and Elain had seen them together the entire time she was in the ballroom. Why would such a scent cling to another man? Unless…
Absentmindedly, she walked back into the ballroom, her mind filled with questions.
