He was done preparing long before dawn.
Being punctual was non-negotiable for him.
The footmen he had managed to bribe were already there at the stables when he arrived.
But there was no sign of her.
The sky was beginning to brighten up slightly.
Had she forgotten about their arrangement? Or was she still sleeping?
The men gathered there bowed at him in acknowledgement of his presence, offering him a seat which he declined.
"Has Lady Whitmore arrived?" He asked.
They all shook their heads at him.
He moved to the side and waited.
After a while, she showed up, wearing the most intriguing thing he had ever seen.
Her hair was tied up in a tight pony tail, which highlighted her eyes and cheekbones. And by the gods, she was wearing black breeches.
His eyes nearly bulged but he called himself to order.
Above the breeches, she was wearing a white cotton shirt and thick black leather riding boots.
