Chapter 8

He found that person seated at the far end of the ballroom. Grabbing another glass of champagne, he shouldered his way through the crowd toward a woman dripping with silk and diamonds. “Lady Talbot.” He bowed slightly, holding out the glass.

“Why how kind of you, Mr. Deverell.” Lady Talbot took the glass with a smile. Although she would never hold as much social power as Lady Jersey or Lady Cowper, she was still influential enough that a look was all it took to make everyone around her disappear as if by magic. “Do sit down.”