I opened the card and began reading it aloud. “My Dear Miss Delacourt -“

“Ooh, he called you his dear Miss Delacourt!”

I glared at Isabelle over the card. “Do you want me to read this or not?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. Do continue.”

I cleared my throat and started over, trying to ignore the many squeaks and sighs of the “mouse” as I read. “My Dear Miss Delacourt, it was a distinct pleasure meeting you last night. Your beauty is equal only to your charm. I hope I have the pleasure of meeting you again soon. Yours Very Truly, Viscount Henry William Cardet Beauchamps Dubois.”

“How many names can one man have, dear God?” Candace exclaimed as I finished, and both Isabelle and I succumbed into fits of laughter.

This was the tableau that Lady Huxtable encountered when she reentered the room. She didn’t say a word – she didn’t have to. Her eyes said it all. Our laughter quickly died and both Isabelle and Candace scurried out of the room, leaving me alone with the “dragon.”

“Begin, Samantha.”