Eilika returned to the vehicle, slipping back into the seat beside her husband. Damian gazed out of the window on his wife's side, watching Lady Iliana, who stood near her gate with her head politely bowed as Eilika offered a parting wave.
"Drive to the Central Park," Damian instructed the driver, settling back against the leather cushions as the automobile pulled away from the curb. He turned his attention to Eilika. "Did you manage to deliver the envelope?"
"Yes. Lady Iliana accepted it without much word. And," Eilika leaned closer to Damian's ear, lowering her voice to a quiet whisper, "I chose not to speak of Prince Sylvian's deeper affections for her. I feared the sudden revelation from a stranger might overwhelm her."
Leaning back into her own seat, she sought his appraisal. "Did I do right?"
