She closed her eyes and thought of Raige, and was caught by a longing so sharp it was almost painful. She wanted desperately to make him a good wife. She would give him sons with his same dark eyes and sense of honor, and daughters with his wonderful humor.
Again she heard the voice, this time in the deep recesses of her mind.
"You will never be mistress of Tanglewood Plantation!"
Betty Allendale chatted as she moved about the already immaculate living room, straightening a picture, centering a vase on a table, picking an imaginary speck of dust from the arm of the sofa.
"Tonight will be the masked ball I wrote you about. It's quite fun, really," she said, thinking it might be good to distract Olivia. "If you didn't bring a costume, we'll find you something suitable."
"Oh, I brought a costume. I had it made by a seamstress in Boston. It's a lovely creation. I'm going as Juliet." She did not tell Betty that she had once seen the gown in a dream, when Jade had worn it to a masquerade party.
"Good. The ball will last into the wee hours of the morning, so you had better rest this afternoon."
Olivia could not keep the excitement out of her voice. "Will there be a lot of people there?"
"But of course. We inhabitants of New Orleans never miss an opportunity to have a party, and a masquerade is always the most fun."
"Where will the ball be held?" Olivia asked with interest.
"This year it will be at another inn. It was once Brevelle Plantation."
"That was the home of Jade's friend Charlene before she married Tyrone," Olivia said, going over in her mind what she knew about the woman.
"Yes, it was. Sadly, Tyrone and Charlene never had children, so the plantation fell into ruin, and much of the rich bottom land was reclaimed by the swamp."
"Pity," Olivia said, her mind focused on the red gown and mask she would wear tonight. If only she could meet her Romeo, someone to love her, then perhaps she would not be so caught up in the life of a girl who had lived so long ago.
Dawn burst upon the land with the luster of bright sunlight. Jade yawned, stretching her arms over her head, watching the maid move about the chamber, tidying as she went. Remembering that today was the beginning of the carnival season, she threw aside the coverlet and slipped out of bed. Tonight she would be a guest at the most exciting party of the year, a private costume ball that was attended by all the elite families of New Orleans.
Jade had been looking forward to the masquerade for months, hoping Raige would be her escort, but she had neither seen nor heard from him in over three weeks. It was with profound disappointment that she realized she would be escorted to the ball by her mother and father. Why was Raige ignoring her when their wedding was only three days hence?
Jade was filled with doubts. Did he regret asking her to marry him? What would she do if he didn't really love her?
As far as Jade was concerned, the fun of the ball was trying to see how long she could keep her identity a secret. So she insisted on entering the ballroom alone, because everyone would recognize her mother and father, who once again wore their Caesar and Cleopatra costumes, the same ones they wore every year.
The room seemed to explode with shimmering lights, and Jade was equally shimmering in her red gossamer gown and matching red mask. Atop her head she wore a veil that concealed the color of her hair and atop the veil she wore a beaded cap.
Jade had taken great pains to keep her costume a secret, and she was irritated when she advanced into the room and several people greeted her by name.
The ball was not as much fun as it had been in previous years. Jade had hoped that she could spend some time with Raige, but as the evening progressed, it was apparent that he would not be attending.
Charlene appeared at Jade's side and whispered in her ear, "What a calamity. Everyone knows you are Juliet and I am Queen Elizabeth. Would it not be a lark if we exchanged costumes? I could be you for the evening and you could be me. Of course, we would have to speak as little as possible so no one would recognize our voices."
Jade was intrigued by the idea. "Oui, let's do it! I'm certain that we could fool everyone, because they would not be expecting it."
A short time later Jade emerged from Charlene's bedroom, where a maid had helped her dress in the dark green Elizabethan gown with lace ruff and red wig. Charlene was still in her room, being laced into Jade's costume.
Jade moved through the crowd of merrymakers until someone grabbed her about the waist and whirled her around the parquet floor.
"Charlene," he said laughingly, "you fooled no one with your disguise. We all knew you the minute we arrived."
Jade smiled, making no reply. The ball was becoming more amusing because of Charlene's plan.
It was later in the evening when the man dressed as a knight approached Jade and Charlene. He bowed before Charlene and spoke in a disguised voice, but they both knew it was Tyrone all the same.
"Fairest of the fair, my Juliet, you have won the heart of this knight," he said, unaware of the laughing glances the girls exchanged.
Delightedly, Jade watched her friend being led outside by Tyrone. Jade knew that Charlene desperately loved Tyrone, and she was certain that they would make an admirable couple, if only Tyrone would realize it for himself. Perhaps tonight Charlene would get her fondest wish.
Jade spent the rest of the evening dancing and posing as Charlene. The crowning moment came when Madame Brevelle mistook Jade for her daughter. But Jade soon became weary and made no objection when her father suggested they leave.
Once they were home, Jade went directly to her room. She undressed, carefully placing Charlene's costume across a chair so it would not be wrinkled-she would have someone return it tomorrow.
She climbed into bed and snuggled into the soft, downy mattress. As she lay there, she had the strongest feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
Her door opened slowly, and Lizette entered on tiptoes, placing a finger at her lips.
"Why are you up so late, little sister? You know Mama would scold you if she knew," Jade reprimanded mildly.
The precocious child plopped onto the foot of Jade's bed and propped her head on her hand. "Tell me all about the ball-was it glorious?"
"It's late, Lizette," she groaned. "I'll tell you every detail tomorrow."
Undaunted, Lizette swept a stray curl out of her face, looking smug. "Raige recognized you right away, didn't he?"
"Non he did not, little Miss Inquisitive. Raige did not even attend tonight."
Her sister looked perplexed. ' "Then why did he trick me into telling him you would be dressed as Juliet?"
"He did what! When?"
"Last week, when Mama and I were in New Orleans. I saw him at the bank and we talked while Mama was speaking to Mr. Franchette. Before I realized what he was about, he had tricked me into revealing your costume." She raised up on her knees. "I didn't mean to tell him, but he is very clever."
Jade smiled at her sister. "It is of no consequence since he did not go to the ball. Now off to bed with you-I am weary."
Her sister moved off the bed and walked to the door. "You promise to tell me about the ball in the morning?"
"I promise."
Lizette nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Forgetting about her earlier premonition of disaster, Jade fell into a peaceful sleep, not knowing that at that moment, events were taking place that would bring the world crashing down on her!
Wearing black and disguised as Romeo, Raige moved about the ballroom, searching for Jade. When he did not see her, he moved out the door and into the garden.