CHAPTER ONE
1895The last thing that Selena Norton desired aboard the crowded Calais to Dover ferry was to draw attention to herself.
Selena’s travelling costume was plain grey without adornment, her bonnet lacked any decoration and her boots were serviceable without being fashionable.
Her few possessions were contained in a large battered Gladstone bag that nestled beside her feet as she sat on deck amongst a varied crowd of fellow passengers.
Nothing, however, could diminish the attractiveness of her heart-shaped face with her huge blue eyes and soft pink mouth.
She had scraped her shining blonde hair back into a severe knot held fast at the nape of her neck, but captivating tendrils had escaped, blown by the wind over her glowing cheeks.
“I think you’ve dropped this,” came a voice.
