Chapter 4
Celeste paced her bedchamber in an agony of indecision. There was nothing to be gained other than exposure and ruin should she indulge in this wicked, clandestine meeting just before dinner.
Unless it was to make clear to him that under no circumstances would she risk her good name by indulging in wicked, clandestine meetings with the presumptuous said viscount, now or in the future. Obviously she’d overstepped all notions of proper behaviour at Vauxhall Gardens, and she needed to ensure he understood she would on no account be up for such adventures again.
It was that which determined her, for the truth was she was too restless to remain in her dressing room and hope that her failure to materialise would send the required message. No, far better to see the viscount in person
