Gillian stepped down from the coach behind Audrey and faced the vast entrance of Rochester Hall. "I think this is a terrible idea."

"Nonsense. I had to watch you mope about for an entire week, and now you owe me." Audrey's smile was far too sweet, and Gillian's stomach fluttered with nerves. Her mistress was up to something again.

Gillian let the hood of her cloak fall back, even though a cold breeze played with her skirts and tugged at her hair.

"But to act like ...