#Chapter 162: Under Arrest

Agnes By the time we made it back downstairs, I’d managed to smooth down the remainder of the wrinkles in my skirt and quickly fix my hair. Thea was already chattering to Elijah about the tasty cakes she’d eaten while we were gone, even though he’d told her not to ruin her dinner. But right now, neither of us cared about too much cake. For all I cared, Thea could eat cake until she was sick. Tonight was a night of celebration. Now, as we stepped back into the main ballroom, I was surprised to find that the party was still in full swing. Guests danced and laughed, glasses clinked, the orchestra played a lively waltz. It was as if nothing had happened, as if Olivia hadn’t shown up in a wedding gown, as if Mason hadn’t drugged me and tried to take me away. James spotted us immediately, breaking away from a small group to hurry over. “There you are,” he said, looking relieved. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His eyes dropped to our hands then, n