In reality the pale-blue paper was just a little vulgar but at the moment Vivian was not in a mood to criticise the Prince and she told herself that she liked a man who was fastidious in every detail.
“I shall be happy to welcome you at nine o’clock,” the Prince had written in his own hand.
‘So that is that then,’ Vivian felt with a grimace that was meant for the discomfiture of Captain Alexander.
Vivian surveyed her reflection in the mirror with satisfaction. The white lace evening dress showed off her slim figure to perfection and against it glittered the two diamond clips her father had given her as a birthday present.
In a mood of perversity she had taken more than usual trouble over her appearance this evening, feeling as she did so that it was in some way paying out Captain Alexa
