She Grabbed a Stranger to Escape Her Ex — Not knowing He’s a Duke!

Chapter 2

She did not sleep that night.

Aunt Helena had been magnificent in the carriage, which was worse than being screamed at. Her aunt had said nothing at all for two miles, and then observed to the window that Lady Basingstoke had been standing by the second pillar, and that they had better decide what they were going to say before Thursday, because Thursday was when everyone would begin calling.

“There’s nothing to say. I did it. Forty people saw me do it.”

“There is always something to say,” said her aunt. “It is only that the true things are generally no use.”