Chapter 20
Rose sat on a finely crafted stool in front of a mirror that must’ve been worth more gold shillings than her poor baker father made in his whole lifetime. Though Caleb’s servants had provided her with several silk gowns in her perfect size, she’d chosen to wear only a thin chemise beneath a satin robe. It wasn’t the same one she’d taken from the princess earlier, though. This one fit her in all the right ways. Philip’s robe had been tossed in the fireplace. It was too bad she couldn’t do the same to him.
Caleb had sent word that he’d like to see her in the library, but Rose had explained to his lackeys that her head was pounding, and she wouldn’t be leaving her chambers. If he wanted to speak to her, he’d have to do so here, in the bedroom. Now, with her hair piled on top of h
