Celia threw her head back and screamed with laughter, her movements almost causing the wine in her goblet to slosh over the rim. Taking care not to spill, she kept laughing.
Across from her, Viscounted Langley, whose name turned out to be Therese, roared with laughter as well. The two women were sitting at opposite ends of the window seat in the viscountess's charming presence chamber.
The women had been in private conversation for at least an hour. Celia had her legs tucked up under her, leaning back against a large silk cushion. She was wrapped in a robe and nightgown Therese had lent to her while her maids tried to scrub clean the princess's riding habit.
Having worn it for two days solid, Celia couldn't care less if she never saw the dirt caked, sweaty dress again. She had to acknowledge she'd still need it, though.