Concern flitted across Julian’s features. “What is it, Daphne?”
Daphne slowly smoothed her pink skirts. “Remember that time I asked you for a favor? You promised me there’d be no questions asked?”
Julian’s face took on a thunderous expression. “That was a long time ago, last autumn if I remember correctly.”
Daphne absently tugged at the neck of her gown. “It seems that I…”
“Yes?” Cass prompted, concern written across her face.
Daphne took a deep breath. “It just so happens…”
“Go on,” Lucy prompted this time. Like the others, she was perched on the edge of her seat.
Daphne glanced away. “It seems I may be legally married to Captain Cavendish and I need your help to get an annulment.”
Lucy made a strangled sort of squeaking noise.
Jane turned to Cass with wide eyes. “What were you saying about missing all the excitement?”