Chapter ThreeMarista looked at herself in the mirror and proposed,
“I think we look somewhat – theatrical.”
“Nonsense,” Letty replied. “And if we do, it will at least make people notice us and don’t forget all the other ladies will be glittering with jewels.”
“The other ladies?” Marista questioned.
“The house party,” Letty explained. “Lord Lampton told me that the guests were arriving this afternoon.”
“I had no idea,” Marista murmured.
A sudden thought struck her and she looked at her sister in consternation.
She remembered her father speaking of the rowdy and often exotic parties that Noblemen gave in London and in her own mind she had always connected them with the orgies of the Romans.
Letty knew what she was thinking and laughed.
“Don’t be so ridiculous, Marista. The Earl may
