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Chapter 27 - Count Pussett
LONDON, APRIL 6th, 1872 It is a late Saturday afternoon. I am standing in the dressing room, getting ready for yet another Ball with the Northcott sisters. They are both excited about new dresses and can barely wait to hear a gentleman compliment them. They demand that the maids spray hectolitres of perfume on their necks, so no one will be able to resist them. I am already choking from the strong smell, my eyes tearing up from the irritation. I hope I can leave this room as soon as possible. I don’t have anything against Louise and Marion, but they truly tend to exaggerate with everything that is concerning the season. They are obsessed with securing a match. And they are probably going to succeed this year. The moment the maid is done with my hair, I escape. I find the nea
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