She confided the attempts on Stephen’s life. “I haven’t told you much about it, because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Does he suspect anyone?”

She nodded. “I’m certain that it’s only a matter of time before he remembers everything. And I’m afraid of something happening to him.”

Nigel met her gaze. “Yes, I suppose it is only a matter of time before it all comes back to him.” Then abruptly, his seriousness left, and he offered a broad smile. “But honestly, the only thing Whitmore should be afraid of is of some handsome dandy trying to steal you out from under his nose.”

She braved a smile. “I wish that were the only thing.”

“Come now. Do you really think that anything would happen while you’re out dancing? You’re safer at a ball surrounded by people than anywhere else. And I am not about to let you continue your reputation as a wallflower.” He touched her chin. “Go on, then. Have your maid prepare you, and meet me downstairs. Our carriage is waiting.”

She could see that Nigel wouldn’t take no for an answer. He shooed her upstairs, promising he wouldn’t leave until she returned.

Stephen wasn’t going to like this. But Nigel was right—what could possibly happen in the middle of a ballroom, amid dozens of people?

Emily inhaled sharply, gripping the bedpost as Beatrice cinched her corset. Layers of crinoline and petticoats came next, and last, the ivory ball gown Stephen had given her. Her husband had spared no expense, down to the soft leather dancing slippers that fit perfectly. The bittersweet memory of Stephen’s first gift of shoes invaded, reminding her of the time they had danced in the garden.

“My lady, these arrived for you.” Beatrice held out a long velvet box.

Emily opened the box to reveal a glittering strand of diamonds. To her surprise, she saw they were from Nigel.

Although they were only meant as a gift, they were far too extravagant. Just the thought of wearing them made her feel cold inside. Like a woman on display instead of herself. Instead, she donned the strand of pearls Stephen had given her.

Emily finished preparing for the ball and went to check on the children. Inside his bedchamber, Royce’s arms sprawled over the edge of the bed, his other arm wrapped around a pillow. In the adjoining chamber, Victoria rested in her crib. Her hands were drawn up beneath her chin while her backside pointed skywards. Emily could not resist smiling as she kissed the infant’s downy head.

Inside the nursery, Royce had left toys strewn around the room. Unable to help herself, Emily started to tidy up the mess. Though her crinoline and corset confined her movement, she picked up a jack-in-the-box and set it upon a shelf.