Sylvina swallowed.
“I will – try,” she whispered, “I promise you – I will – try.”
She told herself that the most important thing was to behave as both Mr. Cuddington and Clyde would expect of her when they arrived at Alton Park.
She would be charming to everyone except the Marquis. But if she was cold and distant to him that would not create any particular comment.
Neither her brother nor the man to whom she was betrothed had any idea that she had ever met his Lordship except on the one occasion when she had gone to the Foreign Office to introduce the Comte.
‘I hate him,’ she whispered in her heart as the horses turned in through the high arched gateway of Alton Park.
It was flanked by stone lions holding heraldic shields on either side of the wrought iron gates tipped with gold.
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