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“Feathers in the hair is the latest trend, Your Grace,” Gracie proclaimed. “The Queen of France was seen donning them last Season, and now everyone in Society cannot wait to lay their hands on feathers.”

Eveline made her decision then. Anything the Queen of France wore was definitely good enough for her. After all, she was the most fashionable queen in the whole of Europe.

A quick knock sounded at the door, and Gracie went to answer it.

“His Grace is waiting.”

Eveline knew she should not keep her husband waiting. Therefore, she slipped into her dress, and after Gracie worked her magic on her hair, she topped it off with the crimson feather, which paired perfectly with the burgundy-colored dress she wore.

Gracie added some rouge to her cheeks, and Eveline almost did not recognize herself in the mirror.

“You look positively radiant, Your Grace,” Gracie complimented.

Eveline nodded. Her maid definitely was not exaggerating.

She made her way out of her chambers and to the staircase to find her husband standing at the bottom.

As soon as his eyes landed on her, his mouth dropped open.

The closer she got to him, the more evident the admiration on his face was.

When she finally stopped right in front of him, he could not keep his hands to himself.

He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ears before cradling her cheeks.

“If I kiss you now, would it ruin your powder?” he whispered.

“I suppose it would, yes,” she responded, smiling.

“Then we shall make do until after the promenade,” he said, only planting a kiss on her hand.

He led her to the carriage, and soon enough, they were at Kensington Gardens, one of the hot spots for promenading, where the ton flaunted their fashionable attires.

William was the first to step out of the carriage, and he extended his hands to help her down.

“Thank you, husband,” she said, smiling radiantly at him.

He tipped his top hat to her with a flourish. “Anything for you, My Lady.”

Eveline giggled.

“It is a beautiful day, is it not?” he said.

Eveline looked around, and she could not help but agree. Aside from socializing with other members of the ton and showing off her dress, one of the reasons she loved promenading was the beautiful garden.

It was a beautiful burst of various colors, and Eveline’s heart almost burst with joy from just witnessing it. From the green leaves to the purple hibiscus, the red roses and the yellow sunflowers.

She closed her eyes as she inhaled the fragrant air

“The garden is absolutely lovely,” she breathed.

“Now, shall we?” William prompted, offering her his hand.

Eveline gave him her hand, and he tucked it neatly by his side as he led her further into the garden.

The park was beginning to fill up with people in fashionable attire, walking around in groups and pairs.

Eveline spotted a family of four having a picnic nearby, and she could not help but be enchanted by the sight.