It matched her eyes, as a number of others did, simply because the Marquis had found that one particular shade of pale green made her skin seem dazzlingly white and brought out the lights in her hair and in her eyes.
It also, he thought, gave her a somewhat elfish appearance that was unlike anything he had ever noticed in any of the women he had been involved with and which, although he still did not admit it, he found attractive.
Cara jumped to her feet as he entered the room.
“You are very late,” she began. “I wondered if something had – happened to you.”
“His Majesty kept me and it is such a usual experience that I am almost tired of apologising.”
“There is no need for you to do so,” Cara replied. “Just as I accept it, so does the chef, and I am sure that dinner – will not be spoil
