In the meantime, Fiona was going to enjoy her freedom. “Where do you suppose we can find dark green aprons?”

Cassandra blinked in surprise. “Do you truly want to do it?”

“Your brother owns the club. If we were discovered, would there be any harm? Besides, if we go in the morning, no one will see us there, save the employees of the club. We’ll just need to keep our heads down. Perhaps we need extra large caps to pull them down over our brow.”

“Oh yes,” Cassandra said with a warm laugh. “I think perhaps it’s time for our shopping trip to Cheapside. I’ll arrange for Aunt Christina to take us tomorrow.”

“Will she be available on such short notice?”

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. “She owes me a favor after all but abandoning me the other night at the ball. If I told my father, he’d cut off her allowance.”

“Your father gives her an allowance?”

“He compensates her for acting as my chaperone.”

Fiona kept the next question to herself—why would family need to be compensated for helping and supporting one another? She feared the answer as well as how it might make Cassandra feel. Fiona was beginning to realize things about her friend. She seemed so fortunate on the outside, with her family, wealth, and privilege. But if she was lonely and her family was as cold as Fiona was beginning to grasp, it was no wonder Cassandra had grasped on to Fiona and looked for entertainment. Again, Fiona wondered about Cassandra’s mother, whom she now knew had died, but Cassandra never wanted to talk about her.

“Then I suppose she’ll have to escort us to Cheapside,” Fiona said with a smile. “I will not invite Prudence. That way she has absolutely nothing to do with this.” Fiona froze, and she stared at Cassandra. “Are we actually going to do this?”

Eyes dancing, Cassandra faced Fiona. “I think so. You were right—no one will see us and even if they did, what harm would be done? We’ll go on our merry way.”

It sounded marvelous. Like an adventure. And hadn’t the queen herself urged Fiona to enjoy her adventure? “I hope it’s not our only visit. I do plan to ask Overton if he’s spoken to your brother about my idea of changing the rules so that men can bring their unwed family members.”

“I will speak to Lucien myself,” Cassandra said. “Where is the earl today? I hope he’s not lurking about eavesdropping.” She laughed softly as she picked up a glass of lemonade.

“He’s out paying calls.”

Cassandra took a sip. “On prospective brides?”

“Probably.” Fiona hadn’t considered that, but it made sense.

“I wonder who he’s considering? I hope she’s pleasant and fun—you’ll be living with her, after all.”

Fiona hadn’t thought of that. But if he wed soon, that’s precisely what would happen. How would his countess feel about having to share her house with her new husband and his ward? The pressure for Fiona to wed would grow apace. “I’ll settle for pleasant.” And patient, for what if she didn’t wed? What if his new countess hated having his ward here and insisted he send her back to Shropshire?