CHAPTER EIGHTIvan heard the name with amazement and outrage.
How dare his cousin suddenly turn up in this way!
Prince Peter stepped into the drawing room.
Unlike Ivan, he was dressed, not in a country suit, but in formal attire with a long jacket and striped trousers, just as if he had been to a business meeting in the City.
“My dear Lady Cecilia,” he began, striding across the room and taking her hand in both of his. “I am so sorry not to have been able to join you earlier but, as I explained when you made your so-kind invitation, I had business to attend to.”
Hardly able to believe his ears, Ivan looked at his hostess.
Cecilia was blushing as she glanced across at Ivan.
“Your cousin asked me and my father to dine with him this evening,” she said in a somewhat strained voice. “I to
