Chapter 51
Victoria’s worst fears about an evening spent alone with Bertrand didn’t materialize, at least not at first.
Unlike during dinners with her family or with his, he was quiet and respectful. If she hadn’t spent those long, uncomfortable hours with him in the past, she might have assumed he was too shy or awkward to speak.
And if she hadn’t added a spray of minuscule dark blue flowers to her hair, a bouquet steeped with a deep desire for companionable silence. That charm had served Victoria well on many occasions with not only the men her parents were determined to pair her with, but with her parents and their friends and anyone else who tended to pry.
She’d never tried it with Bertrand before, as anyone who knew him would be deeply suspicious if he stopped pontificating for an
