Rose gripped her bag tightly as she approached her carriage. Thomas opened the door and helped her into it. She got comfortable and peeked out the window, but there was still no movement from the other carriage.
Not even when her carriage started to move. Rose kept straining to see but didn't see anything useful in the cover of darkness. Eventually, she gave up and leaned back to see Thomas giving her an odd look.
"Do you know who was in that carriage?" Rose blurted.
"Why?" He sounded more concerned than suspicious.
"I don't know," she mumbled. "But it felt as though they were looking at me."
"That wouldn't be surprising. I think the carriage belonged to Lord Nicholas. I have run into it a few times here, especially when His Highness was… Never mind." Thomas suddenly stopped when he realized he was speaking more than he should.
"I don't think I know who that is," she mumbled.
"He is a very important lord, the Duke of Hartfield, and he is my mother's brother."
"What?"
