Re: Roof top dressing room: spectacular spectacular/come what may
She opened the door and it was --- was it he? He was the only one the attendants would allow up, the only one permitted to join her here. It had to be him -- the Duke. Though he was not dressed finely, perhaps he was in disguise for the evening. Perhaps he felt the trappings of his title and he simply wanted an evening without being recognized by the masses, while they knew who he was.
She had to play along.
"You can't be up here," she hissed, popping up a little higher on her toes so she could peer over his shoulders to see the attendants at the base of the stairs. They were still there, her silent guards, their backs toward them.
"Shh, shh!" She said barely above a whisper, pressing a single, pale finger to her lips as she grabbed him by the tattered shirt and yanked him inside, her free hand smacking the door shut. "What are you doing up here? If they catch you--" Her eyes went big and she shook her head as if it was too dreadful to even think about.