“Harrie?” Eddie was hovering by her with a smile. “The Prince of Wales would like to be introduced to you.”
“T-to me?” echoed Henrietta fearfully.
“Yes,” nodded Eddie. “He wants to meet us all, but he particularly asked for you.”
“Eddie, I c-can’t.”
All confidence in her disguise had gone. Surely the Prince would recognise her under all the powder and paint?
Eddie held out his hand.
“I don’t know much about your English customs, but even I understand that no one refuses a Prince.”
Henrietta blinked unhappily and then rose, taking Eddie’s arm and allowing herself to be led from the dais.
“Quite a performer!” came a hearty voice.
Henrietta glanced up at the Prince of Wales’s genial features and gave a small curtsy.
“Your Royal Highness,” was all she could reply, her gaze roving to
