When the women reached the top landing of the second floor, they heard a cacophony of voices and the clanging of metal instruments and glass bottles. The servants' hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor as maids and two doctors hurried about and into the master bedchamber.
They watched four knights with a litter carefully carry Lady Alexsanders' sleeping body from Deacon's room across the hall, back to the bedroom she and Kane shared.
As the Duchess waited in the hallway, she heard the scuffling of feet and hushed voices slowly diminish. She observed an adorable blonde-haired nurse moving between the rooms, giving instructions while shifting supplies and equipment.
A smile of recognition lit up her face when she saw it was Evangeline.
It was a remarkable stroke of fortune.
Evangeline was the nurse midwife the Duchess had selected to assist Kane and Giselle. She was one of the most prestigious practitioners that London had to offer.
