––– THE COUNTESS HID BEHIND BOTH the masquerade mask she wore and the ornate fan she clutched between her fingertips, concealing her features with the coquettish movement of her wrist as she moved across the ballroom. Spotting amongst a sea of lily-white wigs and metallic headpieces her husband’s inky curls, Henrietta wove through the crowd to step in front of him, bowering her chin as she did so. She enjoyed toying with James, just as he did her, and as she spoke a winning smirk played upon her lips. ❝ Lord Jersey–– I do hope my assumption is correct; my husband will be quite cross with me if I have mistaken him for another, less worthy of my esteem. ❞