![]() ![]() ![]() Her frustration got away from her, and she sighed. And nothing would deter her from seeing him pay for his heinous crimes. The last bit of evidence she needed to bring down her enemy, the Marquess of Ilford.įor he was her enemy, as much as he was England’s. The note that might be the answer to all her prayers. She wouldn’t have a spare moment to read it until she got away from this crush, most likely until she got home. She checked once again-and yes, the note she’d been slipped by one of the servants was still tucked in the top of her glove. And she would continue to be too sharp, too bossy and whatever else it took to maintain her freedom.īecause quite simply, marriage would ruin everything. Actually, she was rather proud of her ability to send suitors shying for the hills. Nor in her favor was her complete lack of interest in frippery or likely candidates. Or whether she needed new slippers.Īfter all, she’d been out in London Society for four long years-a veritable eternity in the ton. Or if she should have worn her green ribbons or her blue ones. That her only concern was who might ask her to dance. She glanced around the crowded room at Almack’s and wished she could be more like the other girls. It was a Herculean effort, to say the least. “Smile, my dear Miss Stratton,” Lady Essex Marshom advised. ![]()
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