Chapter Seven
KATE FOUND HERSELF donning one of her most flattering gowns that evening. It was sadly out of date with a waist that came all the way down to her natural waist rather than ending just below her bust line. Current fashions were so much more simple now, elegant, Kate thought. She probably looked horribly provincial. She turned this way and that in front of her mirror. At least this was flattering, showing off her small waist, which modern dresses didn't. She hoped Sir Arthur wasn’t a stickler for fashion.
She giggled at that thought. Granted, she didn't know how fashionable his coat was, but she couldn’t imagine a gentleman with red hair and the deepest green, laughing eyes to be a pink of the ton.
Still, she took more care with her toilet that evening, managed a more compli
