Chapter Nineteen
“Good evening, Your Grace,” Miss Rowan said with a curtsy. “Lady Margaret said you wished to have a word with me? I hope I haven’t done anything… Has someone complained about the service I’m providing here this evening? You aren’t still bothered that I said something about the color of your coat?”
He gave a laugh. “I can’t say that I’m happy to receive such criticism just when I’m about to host a ball, but I suppose you simply can’t help yourself when it comes to fashion—be it women’s or men’s. And no, I have heard no complaints about your work. In fact, I believe I overheard a few women talking about how talented you were with your needle and pins. Did you do something to someone’s dress?” He tried to remember exactly what it was he’d overheard. As soon as he’d realized
