An indulgent smile passed from his father to his mother. "Oui, oui. A splendid notion, my dear." Prince had the distinct impression this was the first Papa had any inkling of the impromptu betrothal ball. He'd bet his last gold piece on it.
The gentle smile Maman bestowed on Papa tightened something in his chest. Maman addressed the other members of the supper party. "This short notice shall serve to set the events in motion. It was decided the haste was best for all concerned. A fortnight should provide sufficient time."
Prince's suspicion metamorphosed to certainty when she turned an innocent gaze on him with an indulgent smile he'd not seen since a young child in short pants. "It's time Chalmers met your intended. Do you not agree, mon cheer?"
Prince turned narrowed eyes on her and mulled this over. He could play this game, match wits with the master. He was almost twenty, after all. He shot Elderinda a grin so full of devilish amusement he thought she would take flight. His gaze swung back to his mother. "Of course, Maman," he agreed. He added a measure of eager enthusiasm, careful not to overdo it. Surprise flickered in her eyes and he leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
The game was on.