Chapter Six
Mia thanked the driver as he helped her out of the car. He gave a respectful nod. “You’re welcome, Miss Harrington. Let me know when you’re ready to leave and I’ll come and collect you.”
“Will do. I’ll see you later.”
As he returned to the vehicle, Mia turned to face the grand building she was about to enter and drew her shawl more tightly around her shoulders, as though it would give her some sort of protection. Not that she particularly needed protection at a charity function, held in central London for society’s richest and most famous—which were often the same thing—perhaps it was more like comfort. A security blanket.
It was the first event she’d attended since her father’s death just over two weeks previously, and she wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. Edward
