She finished dressing as Mr. Perlwick came to inform her of Lord Bronan's arrival.
Claire had stubbornly insisted on wearing the corset.
And the result was…
When she rose from her vanity table, Aurora was staring at her with wide eyes.
"How do I look, dear sister of mine?"
Rory giggled. "Like an angel in dark colours."
An angel.
She pulled Aurora to her and embraced her.
"Be careful… the dress, my lady." Fern quickly warned, prompting them to pull away from each other.
"You should not keep your beau waiting, my lady." Maria said this time, from the open doorway.
Claire smiled at her, took Rory's hand in hers and left the room.
As she descended the stairs, she found him standing there.
Her subconscious pictured the King standing there and waiting for her and her cheeks flamed.
Of course he would never. What they had was an inappropriate connection after all.
