“No doubt once he hears you’re attending, Beresford will find a way to be there as well,” Nick said, and watched Violet brighten immediately. Lucy, one the other hand, had her eyes firmly fixed on her plate and was gnawing unhappily on her bottom lip. “And while we’re arranging Violet’s busy schedule, see to it that Wednesday evening is free as well.”
“Why?”
Nick kept his eyes on Lucy as he answered. “We’ll be going to Vauxhall that day.”
She gave a squeal of delight and clapped her hands, crushing the toast she was holding. Laughing, she dropped the mangled bread on her plate and took up her napkin.
“Nicky—” Charlotte began, and Nick knew that tone.