I met Julian Vale's calculating gaze with practiced calm, though my heart hammered against my ribs. This was my chance—perhaps our only chance to communicate with Elara directly.
"How thoughtful of you to offer, Mr. Vale," I replied, my voice deliberately measured behind my veil. "I would be delighted to consult with your talented Miss Ainsworth. I've been searching for a couturière with a truly exceptional eye."
Vale's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Excellent. I'll have a private design studio prepared for you both." He snapped his fingers, and an attendant materialized at his side. "Arrange the blue salon for Lady Isobel and Miss Ainsworth. Ensure they have all necessary design portfolios and fabric samples."
I glanced at Cassian, who gave me an almost imperceptible nod. We had anticipated this possibility in our planning. With one finger, I casually touched my brooch once—the signal to Alaric that things were proceeding as expected.