SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

did not go to the pantry, walking instead back to her aunt’s chair to give a small, precise curtsy. “There is no stain, aunt. I am sure I was mistaken to think one could be there. Please forgive me for delaying the evening.”

Her voice was very quiet and very clear, and every word was polite, yet every word cut. Then she looked at the room and said, continue reading …