Thirty minutes earlier…
Nevan.
Jennifer had barely released my hand before she leaned close and murmured, "I need to tell you something."
I scoffed, giving her a once-over. "Yeah, I need a lot of explanation. Is this why you needed to take a few days off? How on earth did you convince Aldous to come here? The last time he attended any social event was when I was twenty-one."
"I'll fill you in on that later. This is something else."
The hall was still bustling around us. Nobles were breaking into clusters, servers were circulating with trays, and my uncle had moved toward the King and from the way their heads were bowed together, it was clear the conversation would last for at least two hours.
Rosamund had already been swallowed by the crowd, somewhere near the refreshment tables, and I was calculating how long I needed to stand here before I could reasonably extract myself when Jennifer's fingers closed around my wrist, tighter this time around.
