![]() ![]() Naturally Fletch hadn't said a word about her costume in the carriage, though he must have realized that her gown was new. She didn't want anyone to be sorry for her. Fletch and his costumes were the toast of London she would never allow it to be said that his duchess shamed him. ![]() She was fiercely determined to achieve an elegance to match her husband's. ![]() Walking was challenging stairs were truly dangerous. A veritable cascade of frills, curls and bows towered over Poppy's head, the whole of it draped with strings of small pear-shaped pearls. Side panniers made it difficult enough to negotiate doorways and stairs, but this morning her French maid had outdone herself. She could feel her smile turning rigid so she picked up her skirts and edged down the three marble steps into the ballroom. He had drifted away to some other part of Beaumont House without bothering to be announced. When he said nothing about the duke, Poppy looked behind her . . . but Fletch was gone. "The Duchess of Fletcher," the butler announced with a magnificent bellow. Townhouse of the Duke and Duchess of BeaumontĪ morning party in celebration of the Earl of Gryffyn's victory in a duel We cannot comment on the veracity of this report, but we would note that dueling has been strictly prohibited by our gracious sovereign . . . It seems that the earl has stolen away the duke's fiancée. The buzz of the past few days amongst the ton has been the challenge that the Earl of Gryffyn offered the Duke of Villiers. ![]()
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