CHAPTER SEVENEugenia opened her eyes and closed them again quickly. Even through the curtains, the morning light seemed unbearably bright and her head was throbbing like a mill loom. Groaning, she turned her face to the pillow.
The bedroom door creaked and footsteps crossed the floor to the window.
“No – no – ” moaned Eugenia. “Don’t open the curtains.”
“Got to, miss,” came Bridget’s voice, strangely sullen. “It’s past twelve and I was told to wake you. Your mother and great-aunt are all agog to see you. Being as you’re now an engaged woman.”
Eugenia sat bolt upright in shock. Everything came flooding back to her.
“I – did it,” she murmured, her hand to her lips.
“You did it all right, miss.” Bridget turned and almost ripped the curtains apart. Light poured in and Eugenia shrouded
