CHAPTER SIXMellina put on one of her prettiest gowns for dinner at the British Embassy.
Not because of what Lord Springdale had said in the morning about David Bentley but because she did not want him to be ashamed of her.
‘After all,’ she thought, ‘as his supposed sister, he must feel that I am presentable and that he is proud of me.’
When she took a last glance at herself in the mirror, she did not see her own reflection but that of the attractive effusive woman they had encountered in Gibraltar.
Then, as it seemed fun to be going out to dinner, even though she suspected that it would be quite a small party, she took a last glance at her hair.
It looked tidy and shiny as she then picked up her chiffon handkerchief that matched her gown.
As she walked out of her cabin, Lord Springda
