PART 1 England, 1813. Lady Isolde Pemberton had attended one hundred and fourteen balls since her first season, and she had danced at exactly none of them. This was not a complaint. She had stopped thinking of it as a complaint somewhere around the forty-seventh ball, when she had finally understood that the thing she…
PART 1 Callum Ferrara had not laughed in the house in eleven months. He knew this because he had noticed the absence the way you noticed the absence of a sound you had grown accustomed to — not when it stopped, but gradually, in the months after, when the silence had fully established itself and…
PART 1 Sasha Okafor left the Meridian Hotel through the service entrance at eleven forty-seven on a Thursday night, and she did not look back. This was the kind of thing she was good at. Not running — she was not running, she told herself, because running implied fear, and what she felt was something…
PART 1 The first thing Mara Solano noticed when she walked into the wrong restaurant was the silence. Not the ordinary silence of a room between songs, or a table mid-conversation. This was the silence of twenty people who had decided simultaneously to become very small. She noticed this before she noticed anything else because…
PART 1 Nora Vasquez heard the laughter before she found the source of it. She had been working in the Ferrara house for six weeks by then and she knew, with the precision that comes from caring about a space, exactly what sounds belonged to it and what sounds didn’t. The house made its own…
PART 1 England, 1811. Frederick Ashton, the fourth Duke of Wyndmere, had attended one hundred and twelve balls since inheriting his title at the age of twenty-three. He knew this because he had, in a moment of grim amusement during his third season, begun keeping count. One hundred and twelve evenings of candlelight and orchestras,…
PART 1 The trouble with being sent across a ballroom as a joke was that one had to decide, in the space of approximately twelve steps, what to do about it. Eleanor Cavendish had made her decision by the fourth step. She had been summoned to Lady Doris Hartwell’s side under the pretense of a…
PART 1 Sandro Mele was not supposed to be in his kitchen at eleven-thirty at night. He was supposed to be in Rome. He had been in Rome for three days, handling a situation with the port authority that had required his personal presence and the specific quality of authority that did not travel well…
PART 1 The first sign that something was wrong was that Callum Ferraro approved the Bertelli amendment without arguing. This was, Mara Solano knew, anomalous. In fourteen months of working as his chief of staff, Callum had argued about everything. He argued about font sizes in presentations. He argued about whether to serve red or…
PART 1 The thing about her daughter was that she always knew. Not everything — Maya was six, and six-year-olds were not reliably omniscient — but she knew when something was off with her mother. She had been reading the tension in Nora Vasquez’s face since she was three years old, the way some children…
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