Alyse looked back down to the missive in her hands, her eyes scanning its words. “Apparently not. Apparently . . . the wedding is off.” Now it seemed it was her turn to frown. He watched her face as she continued reading from the parchment in her hands.
“What is it?” he prompted.
“Oh dear . . . oh, dear, dear . . .”
The tiny hairs on the back of his nape prickled in foreboding. “Yes?” he pressed.
She met his gaze. “It appears there’s, um . . . a bit of a scandal.”