Chapter 7
Daphne trembled as she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. Her new maid had helped her dress in her lovely but simple purple evening gown. Would it be good enough to please Lachlan? He’d claimed he didn’t want a fancily dressed wife, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to look pleasing. His friend Cameron McLeod and his new wife Eliza had arrived for dinner and Daphne couldn’t shake the feeling that they would be studying her closely, measuring her to see if she made a suitable match for their friend.
“You look lovely, my lady. Truly.” Mary sighed dreamily. “Purple complements your fair skin.”
Daphne pressed a hand to her cheek, trying to see the beauty Mary spoke of. She had to admit, she did look...better. Two months of scraps had left her gaunt and feeling worn in
