Chapter 3Lady Marguerite moved towards her brother and as she reached him with the girl beside her she said,
“Anoushka, let me present my brother, the Duke of Ravenstock.”
Anoushka curtsied. With the sun on her face, the Duke could now see her clearly and she was not the least what he had expected.
Because he had been so bemused by Cleodel, he had supposed that any very young girl he decided to marry would look in some way a replica of her – a young face, fair hair and blue eyes that had seemed to him completely innocent.
But Anoushka was completely different.
She was slender, taller than average, and her face framed by the transparent veil of a novice was so unexpected that he could not remember ever having seen a woman who looked in the least like her.
She was lovely in a very diff
