Chapter Nine
Ellen and Amelia entered the modiste’s shop and found the duchess already there looking through bolts of fabric.
“Oh, Your Grace, I’m so sorry, I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Ellen said, rushing over to her.
The Duchess of Warwick was turned out, as always, in the latest fashion in a peach gown that highlighted her beautiful rich brown hair, brought out the pink in her cheeks, and emphasized the green in her eyes. Even as the duchess turned a bright smile on them, Ellen immediately wondered if it wasn’t a color she should try herself.
“No! Not at all,” the duchess said. “Actually, I came a little early. Warwick dropped me off on his way to an appointment, and please, do call me Tina!”
Ellen relaxed a touch. “Tina, of course, and you must call me Ellen. And please,
