CHAPTER FOURTamara anticipated that the Duke would send for her later in the day, so she changed into her green gown and rearranged her hair, pinning it into a bun at the back of her head as it had been on her arrival.
She could not help feeling that the severity of the style seemed to make the size and darkness of her eyes even more prominent.
But she hoped that the Duke would notice her as little as possible and, more important than anything else, think that she looked older than she was.
The summons came at six o’clock, just as she was putting Vava into bed.
A footman came to the nursery door.
“His Grace wishes to see you, miss.”
“If you will wait two minutes,” Tamara answered, “you can take me to His Grace.”
“He’s in the blue salon, miss.”
“As I have no idea where that is, I sh
