Chapter 6“You look terrible,” Fanny said with her usual artless candor. She, of course, looked flawless, a faux-casual black curl escaping from her chignon, her enviable figure laced, as usual, into a tightened corset. She pulled a pair of lace gloves from the steamer trunk at the foot of her luxurious hotel bed and slipped them onto her hands.
“I slept badly,” Harry muttered, rubbing at her aching eyes.
“Oh?” Fanny raised one black, delicately arched eyebrow at her cousin. “Were you dreaming of a certain towering solicitor?”
“Hardly,” Harry admitted. “You have to sleep to dream. Fool that I am, thinking about him kept me awake all night.”
“That's not foolish!” Fanny exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You're in love. I knew it.”
“I think it's a bit soon to talk about love,” Harr
