She was bored, tired, out of sorts, and sick of the capital and its inhabitants. I want to go home. It has nothing to do with the fact that a certain gentleman is there. However, deep down she was uneasily aware it could be. And not just one gentleman. Tessa didn't think she'd ever been so mixed up in her life. Nat intrigued her, it was true. But how could she even entertain the idea of marrying him when her body, and more than half her mind, belonged to someone else? Someone she hardly knew, except she pondered, in the biblical sense. Life was so complicated. The door of her sitting room opened, and Tessa looked up in surprise. Her room was sacrosanct. Sybille popped her head around the door. As ever, her shiny, blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, and she looked composed and elegant. Tessa often compared her own less-than-immaculate self with her sister and came off worse. But she was who and what she was and had no intention of changing. Indeed she suspected it would be impossible. "Tell me if I intrude," Sybille said as she shut the door behind her.
