andThe smirk vanished. Pryor surveyed her through slightly narrowed eyes. “This isn’t because of last night, is it? It’s not . . . p*****t for helping you?”
payment“No, Mr. Pryor, I assure you it’s not. I have the strongest dislike of Venetia Twyckham’s cattiness; it will give me great pleasure to tell everyone that she’s wrong.”
He didn’t look wholly convinced.
“We shall enjoy ourselves,” Ella told him. “You’ll show off your skills and perhaps I’ll learn to laugh more, and once it’s over I shall proclaim far and wide that you are a virtuoso among rakes, not because you saved us last night, but because it’s true!”
not“It is true,” Pryor said, and then, “Is that what you’d like? To laugh more?”
is“Possibly.” Ella lifted one shoulder in a shrug she’d learned from Minette. “But perhaps i
