CHAPTER THREE“Could you be offering me the position – ?” Cecilia heard herself say.
For once her savoir faire and her ability to handle any awkward situation with her accustomed skill had quite deserted her.
She watched what had been a charming anxiety on the face of this fascinating man she had so enjoyed talking to turn to deep embarrassment and cursed herself.
Of course she was far too old and not nearly pretty enough to become Princess of Rusitania.
He made a quick recovery.
“I feel sure – ” he said, leaning forward as though to share an intimate secret. “I feel sure that the position of Princess of a small, insignificant and poverty-stricken state is not one that would attract someone as sophisticated and intelligent as yourself.
“No, the reason I mentioned it to you was because
