CHAPTER THREEHenrietta frowned as she leafed through her gowns. Most of them seemed too girlish for a performer.
In the end she picked out a plain rose-coloured silk, to be matched with an ermine cape and long white gloves.
At the arranged time she entered the dining room.
Twenty pairs of eyes followed her as she walked to the dais, where Eddie was waiting for her.
She suddenly felt very shy as he gently turned her around to face the members of the orchestra, who lounged silently on their chairs below.
“Gentlemen,” he announced. “Here is our saviour, Miss Harrietta Reed, pianiste extraordinaire!”
“That will remain to be seen,” muttered one.
“Or rather heard,” said another, a bald man who sat before a kettle drum.
This was just the kind of reception Henrietta had expected and her sp
