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Chapter Six

The family carriage crawled through the evening traffic of Mayfair, bringing Dove ever closer to another supper, another ball, another evening with gentlemen she couldn’t respect, gentlemen who didn’t trust themselves to be liked for who they really were, gentlemen, she doubted, who even knew who they were any more. A ballroom full of liars. It was a rather cynical thought to start the evening on. It did not go beyond Dove’s notice that it was also a rather hypocritical thought. Hadn’t she scolded the Prince for being just the opposite, for being too honest? He would laugh at her if he were here now. Hours ago, she’d been scandalised by his outrageous thoughts and actions and now she was missing them. She wished she weren’t. She wished she was in better control of herself and her thoughts. The truth was, she was still reeling from the afternoon.

Beside her, her mother squeezed her hand. ‘Are you excited for tonight? Lady Tolliver’s will be a crush.’ She began reciting the guest list, offering her usual commentary on the guests. ‘Percivale will be there, of course.’ Her mother smiled knowingly. ‘It seems he’s already managed to align his schedule with yours. He arrived after the Prince had taken you out. He was sorry to miss you this afternoon, but he made it clear he was looking forward to this evening.’ This announcement was followed by another squeeze of her hand. ‘You’re off to a fabulous start, my dear. Your father and I could not be prouder. Everything is coming off just as we hoped.’