Chapter Thirty-One
“Lady Margaret is awaiting you in the drawing room, Your Grace,” the footman informed Warwick the moment he entered the house.
“Thank you, Michael.” He popped his head into the room. “I’m so sorry, Margaret,” he started.
She jumped to her feet. “Did you see Tina? What did she say?”
He sighed and came farther into the room. “She wasn’t at home. I searched wherever I thought I might find her, but I haven’t seen her. She must be helping a client dress for the evening.”
“Oh.” His sister deflated a little as she sat back down. “Of course.”
“I’ll just get dressed then. I did promise to take you out this evening.”
“Yes, to Lady Kershaw’s ball. Take your time.” She gave him a little smile and lifted the book she’d been reading while waiting for him.
He gave her a nod and
