"Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave."

The days that followed Rose's wedding, Serena's threat, Henry's invitation, and my father's warning, were a blur to me. My mother was away on buisness, my grandpa spent most of his time smoking cigars and Aiden was always with Miss. Rhett. I had hid myself inside my fathers library, reading the passages and searching but at this point nothing else had been found. I slammed my head agaisnt the sofa, and groaned. "I don't understand!"

"Something the matter, dear?" I turned around it and was my grandfather.

"No, grandfather, just needed to lay my head down." I smiled at him, and stood up off the floor dusting off my skirts, "Is there something you needed?"

"Yes, Rose is waiting downstairs for you."

"Thank you." I sneaked past him, shutting the door behind me. "Do you know why she is here?'

"No." He snuck off back into his room, and I shrugged my shoulders before going down the stairs. Rose stood happily in the middle of the floor.

"Ah, there you are Camille." I reached out my arms toward her.

"Why are you here, Rose?"

"Well, I heard through the grapevine, that you are also invited to the Calston's Masquerade Ball, and your mother asked if I would take you to the tailors so we could get you a gorgeous dress and a mask."

"Why do I need such an extragavent dress?" I raised an eyebrow at her, and folded my arms

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Well, one reason that you were invited to this ball, is so that you may begin to court Mr. Henry Calston." I gripped my stomach, "Also because of the society."

"Why him?"

"Well, you're being chased by two of London's most eligiable bachelors, and your mother believes Calston would benifit the most."

"Whos the other?"

"Sebastian." She smiled, "Now, Curtis has fetched your coat, let's be on our way!" She grabbed my hand, before I could even say another word.

How could my mother thing that Calston would be the right choice?