~April 6~Paul escorted Elizabeth into the party with a sigh. She turned and looked at him.
“Is everything all right? You’ve been very quiet.”
He raised an eyebrow and gave her a small smile. “Of course.” Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. “One of your friends is headed straight for you.” He turned his smile on to the Duchess of Warwick as she approached them.
“Good evening, Lord St. Vincent, Lady St. Vincent,” the young woman said, giving them both a nod.
“Duchess, you are looking very well this evening,” Elizabeth said, giving her friend a smile.
“And you. And may I just say how lovely it is to see you in a color other than purple or gray?” the duchess said.
“Why, thank you,” Elizabeth said.
“May I be so rude as to inquire whether your husband is here, Your Gra
