They don’t deserve my respect or trust—much less my love. Nor does the baron, who keeps me here as an object for his…enjoyment? Non, not even that. And again the only word that comes to my mind is convenient.
I am tired of being a…convenient object.
There is only one thing standing in my way and that is the dowager. Of course, she would never allow me to go traipsing off to Italy to meet my lover. Likely, unless I come up with a good reason to go anywhere, she will want to accompany me.
Madame Viltran takes her leave a few moments later and the dowager gives a huff. “That woman does not live up to her reputation!”
“Perhaps she will once you see the final product,” I say, attempting to keep her in a good mood. “I’d like to discuss something with you, if you have a moment.”
“Yes, of co
