Thirty Four
THANK YOU MRS. MacAllister,” Adriana said, dismissing the housekeeper.
That would be the end of it. Three menus chosen for the three dinner parties Lord Devaux would host—which meant that Adriana would organize them, send out the invitations, and act as hostess at each. It was a lot of work, but it was what she did. What was expected of her. What she had always done ever since she was old enough.
She turned to Henrietta who was writing out the invitations to the first of the dinner parties. “Henrietta, you never did tell me what Mr. Vallentyn said when you gave him the painting.”
Actually, since Henrietta hadn’t volunteered the information the minute she’d returned, Adriana had been too nervous to ask. Now, she was desperate enough. She had to know.
But Henrietta was silen
