“I am making you look beautiful, Belle-mère.”
“It is going to be a wonderful evening,” Lady Rothley said dreamily. “I can feel it in my bones.”
An hour’s sleep had swept away her depression and now she was glowing with excitement.
Tempera almost envied her as she stood up in her new white gown and looked as if she was stepping out of the Heavens on a white cloud.
“You will eclipse everybody at the party tonight,” she exclaimed.
As she spoke she wondered if it would be the last time her stepmother would have the chance to do so.
Perhaps tomorrow or the next day they would be scuttling back to England in disgrace, to hide themselves in the house in Curzon Street and wonder what they would do in the future.
Then resolutely Tempera told herself this must never happen. She must save them
