She couldn’t remember ever feeling this nervous before in her life. Jane took another drink of champagne from her crystal goblet. The drink tickled the back of her throat, causing her to cough. This time tomorrow she’d be married. The thought should have filled her with joy, but all she felt was fear. The idea of a loveless marriage had not worried her at the start of this quagmire her father had arranged. But she’d not yet realized she was in love with Tobias. No, she’d known, she’d simply been unwilling to admit it. Now, she was well and truly trapped. She quickly finished off her champagne and exchanged the empty goblet for a new one off the tray of a passing footman. Without thinking Jane swallowed half of the second glass of bubbly wine in one gulp. “Merde, Jane,” Angélique exclaimed softly in her ear. “If you continue drinking like that your tongue will become loose with the wrong people.” “Angélique.” A strong measure of relief swept over Jane as she turned to greet her friend.
