The morning after the charity gala, I woke to find London's society pages singing my praises. The headlines that had questioned my legitimacy just days before now proclaimed me "The Dark Horse Duchess" and "Silverstone's Secret Weapon." Apparently, my verbal sparring match with Victoria Ashworth had been witnessed by enough influential guests to completely reshape the narrative surrounding our marriage.
"Brilliant performance last night," Damon said over breakfast, sliding a tablet across the marble table so I could read the coverage. "The Tatler is calling you 'refreshingly genuine' and the Financial Times described your handling of the Ashworth confrontation as 'masterfully diplomatic.'"
I scrolled through the articles, hardly believing that the confident woman they described was the same person who had been trembling in her designer gown just twelve hours earlier.
