My mysterious fiance

Previously

…As the night wore on, and the revelry reached its zenith, I felt the familiar anxiety begin to gnaw at me. Was Liam’s contact in place? Had Mrs. Gable managed her end? I excused myself, feigning a headache, and made my way towards the service quarters, my small, packed bag hidden beneath my gown. The air crackled with anticipation. This was it. The moment of truth. The escape, the gamble, the leap into the unknown. The first step towards freedom, or a plunge into a darkness far deeper than I could imagine.