“You did tell me to pack lightly, Your Ladyship.”
“I did, but I did not mean to pack the gowns with the least amount of cloth to them. It will attract the eyes of every man in the room.”
Her maid chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with displaying a lady’s bosom in a fine gown.”
“I quite agree.” Ashton’s voice made Rosalind and Claire both jump.
He stood in the doorway, those blue eyes more alive than she’d ever seen them before. Rosalind looked away, still embarrassed by how much of herself she’d revealed this afternoon in the bath. He’d used intimacy to break down her walls and make her share the darker parts of her heart. She felt…perhaps not betrayed, but exposed at the very least.
“Claire, would you mind giving us a minute?” Her maid bowed, backing away as Ashton walked over to Rosa
