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The Kimoran ambassador’s dashing red high-perch phaeton swept into the driveway of Batian House and was brought to a neat halt just outside the front door by its driver, Lady Electra.
“Well done, my lady,” said Jon cheerily, as he hopped down from behind the driver’s seat and opened the door for her. Jon, dressed in the blue and orange livery of a Kimoran footman, looked up at her with laughing eyes as he held out his hand for her to steady herself as she stepped down from the high phaeton.
Her eyes narrowed as she stepped primly past him to greet Maud who had just arrived in time to see her in. Maud smiled at Electra’s fixed expression. “You may relax, Electra. All of our staff now know Jon and Sasha’s identities. So you don’t have to continue to pretend to be his mistress.”
Electra
