He came home at six exactly.
Aurora heard the car and did not move from where she was sitting at the dressing table finishing her hair. She had spent longer than usual getting ready and she was honest enough with herself to admit why. She had changed twice. Settled finally on a simple cream dress that was elegant without looking like she had tried too hard, which had taken considerable effort to achieve.
She came downstairs at ten past six.
Damian was in the entrance hall. He had gone home to change as well, she noticed. Dark trousers and a deep charcoal shirt, open at the collar, no tie. It was the most casually she had ever seen him dressed for an evening out and it did something unfair to her composure.
He looked up when she appeared on the stairs.
The expression on his face made t
