Even before she reached the safety of her suite, she was unbuttoning her muslin overdress and calling out for Nanette to come quickly.She didn’t know how long she had till Lucian turned up on her great-aunt’s doorstep with that lewd little Faunus figurine in his hand and lust in his heart, hoping to see Blanche. But she’d bet her best frock she didn’t have a quarter hour to spare.“Oh, no, mademoiselle, if you wish to present yourself as a woman of pleasure, you simply cannot rush your toilette. It is not done,” Nanette complained as she oversaw the hastily prepared bath.“He’ll be here any moment, I know it,” Daisy said from behind the dressing screen where she plopped down on a stool to yank off her stockings. They were a muddy mess, but it had been worth it to see the pleasure in Lucian’s eyes when she showed him the reference she’d found to Caius Meritus.Besides, she’d sacrifice any number of stockings to pry him away from the likes of Clarinda Brumley.But she hadn’t been able to rest on her laurels in the cozy little study.
