8
Tristan’s teasing affections made it difficult for me to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, but managed an hour’s rest before a knock on the door roused me.
I sat up and rubbed the blurriness from my eyes. “Come in.”
Chloe stepped inside, and in her arms was a clothes box. She walked over to the bed and set the box on the ruffled covers. “Lord Tristan says you two need to leave soon, so I should get you up.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and studied the box. “What’s in there?”
“Your dress for the dinner,” she explained as she removed the lid.
Folded among the soft sheets lay a beautiful dress of forest-green. The sleeves were long and the gown swept nearly to the ground. The frilled cuffs were as soft as fresh snow, and the dipping neckline would show off what litt
