Chapter 49

She was sitting straight in the soft armchair, watching the performance on the privately set stage.

They were in one of the Royal Family’s manors in London and the chairs had neatly been ordered in a semi-circle so that the small audience could well enjoy the act.

She crossed her legs and saw the disapproving look of the lady sitting opposite her and the way her eyes fell directly on her now-showing ankles.

Henriette readjusted her position and let the skirt fall freely, touching the ground and covering everything.

The room was suffocating.

She placed her hands over the bottom of her corset, but nothing would make the whale-boned piece loosen even the slightest bit.

And there she’d thought the metal-held ones would be tighter. The man next to her tilted slightly in her direction and asked in a hushed voice.

“Do you like the play, Lady Henriette?”