Chapter SixDriving towards The Palace that evening, Felicita was tense with excitement.
She did not realise until they were nearly there that the Duchesse was very quiet sitting in the Marques’s smart carriage.
There was a faint smile on her lips and yet Felicita had the distinct idea that she was not particularly happy.
It all seemed strange to her, but there was nothing that she could actually put into words that would make any sense.
She could only wonder if, after all, the Duchesse was annoyed with her because she had been out all day on his yacht with the Marques.
She had waited apprehensively in the drawing room for the Duchesse to appear and she was wearing the gown that she had been informed she was to wear.
It was pretty and charming and the pale translucent blue of a thrush
