Chapter Eleven
Arkwright Town House
Oxford Street
"I was wondering, since you have seen my bare face, could I crave your indulgence to take your mask off too? I find myself incredibly curious as to what you look like my Lord. Surely, it would only be fair if I saw you too?"
Edward chuckled at her cleverness, aware of the game she was playing but now was not the time to unveil himself. Or, was it?
"I caught you unawares, my lady. As you know, the tradition is for all masks to be be done away with, once the clock strikes midnight. There is about an hour, until then. Certainly, you can wait till then? Curiosity did kill the cat, you know."
Her heart dropped with this. She contemplated begging further but decided against it. Midnight was not too far away. Indeed, she could wait and save
