‘So what will you do next?’ Vana was sat at the dinner table, hands interlocked as she watched the young Knight before her.
The night of Sastra’s ball had seemed to last forever. Once she had excused herself from George’s company, Lilia had been faced with dancing with another half dozen young men. The Baroness had been ecstatic, but by the end of the night Lilia had been exhausted and barely able to remember her own name, let alone any of the gentlemen.
Tonight, she had accepted an invitation to dinner with Fred and Vana. The Baroness had even let her attend without a fuss. Lilia suspected that she too was tired after such a late night.
‘The Duchess,’ Lilia folded her own arms on the table as they waited for Fred to emerge from the kitchens. The pair had a small townhouse in the centre
