Chapter 22-2
Emma awaited her turn on the catwalk. She wasn’t looking forward to the evening ahead, making small talk with strangers, and then letting one of them take her to bed. She hurried her first showing, refusing to smile or make eye contact with the men. If she was lucky, nobody would choose her and she’d be free to retreat upstairs alone and update her scrap book with the latest news about Tom. Martha buttonholed her as soon as she was back in the dressing room, before she had a chance to change into her next gown. ‘A young gentleman noticed you immediately, Connie; wants you to meet him in the parlour for a drink. Handsome as the devil, he is too.’ A surge of irritation hit her. Why on earth did Martha think that would make any difference? Emma was sick of her pretending this place was some
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