The next hour proved an exercise in all of Quincy’s self-control. She did not want—no, she was determined not to let Arch down. He had taken a risk, he had speculated wildly on Quincy St. Claire, and she found herself wishing to come through, to prove herself wrong. The simplest solution, she thought as she and Arch met with endless guests, was to say little or nothing and to avoid breathing in extraordinary amounts of perfume, which Quincy was certain reduced one’s intelligence.
