CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Victoria had long felt the nervous chills leave her body as she talked to the queen yet somewhere in the back of her mind, she was waiting for some form of bomb to explode on her face. It felt too unreal that the Queen, who she thought was supposed to be cold and arrogant, would be this nice to her based solely on eth account that she was a fan of his father’s work. She had tried to sneak a glanced around in the hopes of catching Liam but she was yet to see him the ballroom full of British influential individuals.
“I have to admit that I’m quite surprised to see you here, Miss. Carrington. I got word from my husband, saying that you came with the Duke and he actually hosted you in his …place. Do not misunderstand me, Miss. Carrington but people do talk. For a man as p
