Roland was certain that his wife would commit murder. Her hungry tiger like gaze kept following Emmah around as she dazzled suitor after suitor and shared dances with one young noble lord after another. Her dance card was full but that had not stopped men from trying to convince her to abandon others and pick them.
There was no doubt that the gates of the Fairfax estate would be trampled by doe eyed suitors and drowned in flowers tomorrow.
This outcome was not what Sigrid had been expecting. Until an hour before the debutante ball started, they had been told that Emmah was without a dress and her hair was ruined.
She was so angry that she almost drunk wine, without noticing.
"Easy, my love. Remember that you are pregnant. Small things like this should not affect you. We still have time to deal with her." Roland whispered to her.
