CHAPTER SIXLady Shelley regarded Lucia with same kind of dismissive air as she might an inferior person. Her lovely mouth curled and she almost spat out her next sentence.
“Is this another of your playthings, Richard?” she snarled with a venomous tone in her voice. “I must say – this one is young, even by your standards.”
Lucia felt most affronted by this insult and began to rise from her seat as a jolt of anger surged through her.
“I am not a child. I am twenty-one and have been engaged as Lord Winterton’s new secretary,” she snapped, leaping to her own defence.
“A likely story!” retorted Lady Shelley, eyes staring dangerously.
Lord Winterton simply fingered his moustache and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying both women’s discomfiture.
“Camilla, you are wrong as usual,” he intervened
