Edwina couldn’t stand her incessant yawning but had to hold her tongue in public. While the two of them shopped in Harrods, many of the better dressed ladies paused to engage them in conversation. One of London’s most formidable hostesses turned to Edwina. ‘Here’s my card, Mrs du Barry. You simply must bring your delightful daughter along to my musical soirees. Every Thursday afternoon at three, during the season.’ Edwina was so chuffed that there was an awkward pause before she responded. ‘How lovely. We’d be delighted to attend, Lady Ascot.’ Edwina kept smiling until Lady Ascot disappeared and then murmured, ‘And don’t you think you’re getting out of this, young lady.’ Cat grimaced. It was hard work getting along with Edwina but Daniel had made it clear to Cat that she needed to lift her game. ‘Cat, it’s not a huge ask. I just want you to stop stonewalling Eddie. She’s never really gotten over the death of her brother. Perhaps you could show Eddie some compassion and help out at some of her charity events?’ ‘I can do that.
