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“We’re very fortunate.” Romy didn’t want to think about Beatrice tossing herself at Granby like a dinner roll, though she expected it wouldn’t be for much longer.
“Yes, we are. We both have the talents of the best modiste in London at our disposal.” She winked at Romy before looking over at Daisy, who had resumed packing.
“Don’t worry. Daisy knows. I’ve few secrets from her.” Romy thought about Beatrice’s comments at the picnic. “Rosalind has guessed. Do you think she’d tell anyone?”
Her sister shook her head. “At least not purposefully. And I know it isn’t a perfect situation, but I am glad you have reached an arrangement with Madame Dupree. At least you can practice your craft even if everyone thinks Madame Dupree has designed their wardrobe.”
Strangely enough, Romy had been so preoccupied with Granby, she’d barely spared a thought for Madame Dupree, their partnership, or the shop. The creativity which was such a part of her daily life had deserted her while at The Barrow.
“It is difficult, at times, knowing Madame Dupree will receive the credit, but there isn’t any other option. And it is a far more beneficial partnership than I could have hoped for, even if it must remain secret. I’ll have to tell Mama eventually. And Maggie. Leo won’t mind, though I will refuse to design any of his waistcoats. His color choices are atrocious. Tony may be the only one who will object.”
Theo gave her a hug. “He won’t. Our brother will think you clever for having found a solution to your problem. I’ve yet to make the same determination.” Her sister fluffed her skirts needlessly. “We should go down. I’ve promised my first dance to Blythe.”
“Theo.” Romy took her hand. “Has Blythe given any indication he means to call on you once we return to London? Or given you any indication of his further interest?”
“Don’t concern yourself.” Theo breezed out the door. “I’ve everything figured out. You’ll see.”
