““Splendid! As I was saying then, Cécile, what became of your clothing? Or is this the latest fashion on the Isle, and I am merely behind the times?” I scowled at him. “I was deprived of my dress.” “Really?” One eyebrow rose. “That sounds most salacious – perhaps you’ll regale us with the details later?” “Perhaps not.” I crossed my arms tightly, trying to hide my mortification. “More’s the pity,” Tristan sighed rather melodramatically. “It would have been the first interesting thing you’ve said.””
