The next morning Margaret woke up alone, for the Duke had already dressed and gone to his study. He had left a note.
"Your hairstylist will be here at 9 o'clock. I shall join you for brunch at 11."
His handwriting was small and stocky, with no dots above the j's and the i's, and she saw that he pressed too hard onto the paper. She got up and washed herself in the bath that had been filled with hot water. Her luggage had already been unpacked into the large wardrobe, and she found a plain dress to wear.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," she said loudly, thinking that it must be the hairstylist. It was, in fact, a hairstylist, for in walked Lily, equipment in hand and a large trunk in tow.
"Lily! What are you doing here?" Margaret asked, genuinely puzzled since Lily had decline
