Rowena had a devil of a time getting dressed for dinner without a lady’s maid. She pulled her dress up and gave the cord in Quinn’s bedchamber another tug. It wasn’t that she wished to cause trouble, but she needed someone to help her. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and a young woman, red-faced and a little breathless, appeared in the doorway.
needed“My lady, I’m so sorry! I’ve only just heard the bell.” The maid brushed some of her blond hair back beneath her lace cap and smoothed her skirts.
“Would you mind?” Rowena offered the maid her back, blushing, even though she knew she had every right to have a servant assist her.
“Of course, my lady.” The girl flashed her a shy smile and started fastening up the hooks on the back of Rowena’s gown.
“What’s your name?” Rowe
