A murmur went up from the crowd. Apparently in addition to not dancing, Lord Graverley did not call upon eligible young ladies.
Until now.
It was the gentleman seated on Caroline’s right’s turn to be on the receiving end of Lady Cheltenham’s fan. He surrendered his place to Graverley, who approached with his own bouquet, a mix of trailing pink, purple, and white flowers.
“How original, Lord Graverley,” the countess said, “I have never seen orchids used to such exquisite effect.”
Suddenly Lady Caroline was all sweetness and light, beaming at Graverley with a beautiful, empty smile. “They’re stunning, my lord. I shall enjoy them tremendously.”
“I thought it best to bring something unique,” the marquess drawled. “For such an extraordinary beauty as Lady Caroline, it wouldn’t do to bring
