Chapter 7
An immaculately dressed butler stood at the head of the stairs leading down into the ballroom, intoning the names of the arrivals.
“Lord Angleton...
“Mister Durran of Cuthpate…
“Miss Eaton, Miss Anna Eaton and Miss Isobel Eaton…
“His Grace, the Duke of Salford and Her Grace, the Duchess of Salford…”
When Seb and Emilia drew level with the liveried servant, Seb murmured their names and they were duly announced.
“Mister Delcourt and Miss Delcourt of America, cousins to the Earl and Countess of Wexworth.”
A momentary hush fell over the assemblage and heads swivelled to the staircase as they descended. Emilia’s knees quaked as she observed the hundreds of interested faces peering up at them. She’d never liked being the centre of attention and this was about as bad as it cou
