“Apparently, his mother-in-law thinks Rockbourne may have pushed his wife from the balcony.” Selina’s eyes met Beatrix’s in the mirror. “You mustn’t share this information of course. But then, we aren’t gossips.”
“Of course not.” Beatrix’s heart was racing. She had to see him. Tonight. She pretended to yawn. “I’m glad we came home. I’m quite fatigued.” She turned on the stool and smiled at Selina. “You don’t need to linger. Isn’t Harry waiting for you?”
Selina blushed. “No. I told him we’d be late.”
“So he’s not coming?” Beatrix would prefer if her sister was distracted.
“No, he is.” She blushed even harder.
Beatrix laughed softly. “I love seeing you in love.”
“Thank you.” There was an edge of sisterly sarcasm to her tone. She blew Beatrix a kiss and said good night.
As soon as Selina was gone, Beatrix leapt up and changed her attire. A short while later, she slipped out of the house and made her way to Grosvenor Square.