She was even wearing the same wreath on her head that the Duke had told her to straighten and once again she had refused to ornament herself with any of the Broxbourne jewellery, having no wish to compete with Sharon’s glittering appearance.
“Come and sit down,” the Duke suggested. “Would you like a glass of wine or something to eat?”
Andrina shook her head.
“We seem to have eaten and drunk so much already today.”
“I want to talk to you, Andrina!”
“What about?” she asked nervously.
“Yourself! I am interested to know your plans for the future.”
“Cheryl asked me the same thing. I suppose I will go home.”
“Home?”
“There is no one to go with me – but our old maid Sarah will be there.”
“And you consider that an adequate protection?”
Andrina thought of the Earl of Crowhurst and hesita
