Belle, who had been watching her silent son as she conversed with Evenly, lifted her head at his words. "When I am sent for. I don't know exactly when that will be, but I am thinking it will be soon, perhaps after the first dance is over," she answered softly, sliding her hand into her dress's hidden inner pocket, where she had tucked away a copy of the report Rohan had rewritten for her. It matched exactly with the one her father carried, ensuring that both accounts would align perfectly.
As her gaze drifted across the grand hall, Belle searched for the Baron she was supposed to apologize to, hoping against hope that he had not come tonight so she could avoid the ordeal.
