Crysabel fussed with the finishing touches on the gown Cal was wearing to the Lord Admiral's Summer Ball.

"It is too bad you keep your hair so short; there isn't much I can do with it."

"That's entirely the point." Cal grinned. "I don't have the time to fuss."

"It suits you." Crysabel poked through the jewellery box on Cal's dresser. "You must have something to add.

"I'm not much for jewelry," Cal shrugged. "Most of those were my mother's and I can't bear to get rid ...