CHAPTER FOURSacha took a long time choosing which evening gown she would wear.
Every time she opened the wardrobe in her room and saw the profusion of lovely gowns that Deirdre had given her she felt that they could not really be hers.
After years of wearing the plain cotton dresses that were all that Nanny was capable of making and finding it hard to afford even new ribbons to decorate them with, it seemed incredible that she should now be the owner of such glorious clothes that they might have stepped out of a Fairytale.
But that, she told herself, was exactly what they had done, because as she had thought when she arrived, the Castle, herself and the Duke were all part of a fantasy. Sometimes she would lie awake at night and wonder what she would feel when she went back to the. Vicar
