Chapter 3
“God almighty, Chloé! Do you have ants in your pants?”
Carefully spearing my orange wedge with my fork, I pick up a piece and push it in my mouth, sucking the juices out of the fruit. “Of course not. I am glad that the rains have finally decided to stop, that’s all.”
But that is a lie. I am fidgeting because the private investigator, Mr. Brown, is due to return today with news and I hope it is going to be exactly what I need to hear.
The dowager glowers at me, her lips pursed in a very unbecoming manner. She too has lost some of her, what do you say, glow, since the baron has been absent. Everyone knew that the dowager was not very pleased with the baron’s marriage to me and I was never considered her favorite amongst the women he could have married.
But it was not as if we
