She had always been one of the most flamboyant women in London and was to be found, when she was not performing in some sleazy theatre or a private party, at every noisy dance hall, surrounded by the most dissolute and debauched members of the aristocracy.
That she had managed to become married to anybody was a feather in her cap and, as the wife of the heir presumptive to the Duke of Buckhurst, she would use her position to make herself even more notorious than she was already.
“You are right,” the Marquis said. “If you have to marry, the sooner the better! I am sure that Elizabeth and Margaret can find you somebody suitable with the greatest of ease.”
“Very well,” the Duke replied. “Arrange everything for the 2nd of June, and I suggest that you put the announcement in The Gazette as q
