Chapter FourAndrina looked round the ballroom with a feeling of triumph.
Nothing could have been more impressive or magnificent than the ballroom at Broxbourne House decorated with garlands of white flowers and with the long French windows opening onto the garden, which glittered with fairy lights.
The band was wearing a uniform of red with gold braid and the dancers were a spectacle in themselves from the glittering jewels of the ladies to the flashing decorations of the gentlemen.
The Prince Regent had honoured the Duke by dining at Broxbourne House and they had sat down forty to dinner. Afterwards two hundred guests had arrived, all of them, Andrina knew, among the most important and distinguished people in London.
Watching the dancers, she thought that Cheryl had exceeded all her h
