Veronica adjusted her shawl as she stood in George’s study waiting for him. Why had he sent for her? Had he not been the one who warned that their meetings had to be discreet? And so why was he bugging her to come see him. How utterly ridiculous.
It had taken her ages to get herself prepared. She had to use a lot of makeup to cover the bruises that that French w***e had left on her. She had a missing tooth now. God how was she going to fix that?
She was so insecure of her appearance at the moment that she truly had no intentions of seeing anyone. Not even if the king of England himself came calling to her was she going to pay heed. Absolutely no one.
She tapped her brand new shoes in impatience as she waited for him to come in. Either he liked making an entrance, or he was terribly
