CHAPTER FOURWhen they met again over luncheon, the Marquis had changed into the kind of elegant clothes that would be expected for a gentleman of his rank.
Selina had changed into the fluffiest prettiest gown she possessed.
“I couldn’t decide what kind of appearance to put in, so I thought I should be faintly silly.”
“Why?”
“A woman can get away with an awful lot if men think she’s a fool. Take my word for it, Ian.”
His lips twitched
“I bow to your expertise, ma’am – Selina. And of course you are right. We have to do this properly. Would you object if I was to hold your hand in front of the Duke?”
“I should not object at all,” she smiled.
“And – er – the odd casual endearment? All in the interests of accuracy, of course?”
“We must be accurate at all costs,” she agreed.
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