CHAPTER NINEBefore their appalled eyes Lady Felicity Wendover brushed her clothes and looked at the Marquis sheepishly.
Then at Selina.
And then back at the Marquis.
Selina, looking at her closely in that split second, realised that, when the Marquis had described this girl as pretty, he had grossly understated the matter.
Lady Felicity was undoubtedly one of the loveliest young girls that Selina had ever seen. This was no mere pretty girl, but a great, great beauty. Her violet eyes were huge and her mouth had a soft petulant droop calculated to make any man’s head reel.
Her figure was voluptuous noted Selina with envy. Felicity could never have passed as a boy!
The Marquis could have married this real beauty.
And he did not want to.
He did not want to?
Suddenly that was very h
