Ten
“The great hall is full of guests. It’s almost time for your presentation.” Sophie pointedly looked around. “Where’s Raleigh?”
“Connor took him off to see that his Highland dress was put on correctly.” Which shouldn’t be taking this long. She hoped there wasn’t a problem with the fit. They’d sent off his measurements to the kilt hire company earlier in the week.
Footsteps clattered outside the library, and Connor swung through the door, handsome in the MacKean dress tartan, with a dark blue argyle jacket and waistcoat. “Well, I did my best. He wasnae exactly cooperative.”
“I had to draw the line somewhere.” Raleigh’s drawl preceded him into the room.
At the sight of him, Kyla’s mouth fell open. He’d worn the kilt, having chosen the red Hepburn tartan from his mother’s side. A dark
