(Handed to Braxton by a servant at some point during the ball. Lord Braxton Treyburn is written in a bold hand on the front of the letter. The paper is folded into a complex star-shape that, once Braxton finally finds the correct point of the page to tug at, uncurls and opens like a flower.)
Brax,
Dahlia, Riley, and I are taking Janette home. I'll fill you in when you get home. Don't rush. You're not going to like it.
Trev