BOOK SIX: The Earl of Pembroke
Gillian Beaumont knew the day was bound to be full of trouble. As she worked to tame the curls of her mistress's hair, she fretted over the wicked gleam in Audrey Sheridan's eyes. Gillian was used to this mischievous glint, but today it seemed doubly intense, and the way her lips curled at the ends in a little smile added to Gillian's worry even more. The last time she had looked that way, Audrey had been chasing a rogue around a sofa, demanding to be kissed.
"There you are, my lady." Gillian finished putting the last pin in her mistress's hair.
Audrey's brown eyes twinkled as she met Gillian's gaze in the mirror. "Perfect. I have to look my best today. The League is coming over for tea in an hour and" A delicate blush bloomed in her cheeks.
"And Mr. St. Laurent will be there?"
"Er I suppose so," Audrey replied vaguely.