A terrible waste of money?

Sinking down on the wooden bench inside the theater box, Splendor's eyes glazed. She'd said that? To Gabe of all people? How could she? And what the blazes had she come out with that stuff about Lady Kertouche's patronage for when it was fantasy? Win the competition first? Put herself second?How could she think that either?

She must go to his lodgings right this instant and tell him they'd leave for Gretna Green within the hour. She'd marry ...