Fifteen
ADRIANA DID NOT waste a moment lying in bed. This morning she was finally going to get up and get back to work.
Enough was enough. She had moped around Lord Devaux’s small London house, allowing the household to run itself with its usual efficiency, for the past three days while she had sat brooding over Morgan.
She had done little else than think about that fateful, wonderful, horrible, embarrassing afternoon with Morgan. How could she… But no. She was not going to go through this yet again. Not today. Today, she was going to get to work, and get that man out of her mind once and for all.
And she was going to be married. The thought still made her seethe with rage. But there had been nothing else she could have done. Lord Vallentyn wasn’t going to stand up to his mother, Lord
