It was done, and she would deal with whatever came her way. She would not pretend this or that thing did not exist, but face it. She let out a long sigh, then nodded to the maid, who stood ready to help her change for the night. Her nightgown was new, made of sheer cotton lawn, and embroidered with eyelets on the bodice. She had never worn anything like it, usually sleeping in an old shift. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she smoothed the fabric over her knees, then waved the maid away with a smile when the girl yawned once too often. The door closed behind her, and Diana was alone. She looked around her room. The few lit candles and the fire in the hearth showed a pretty room, decorated in a light color, not discernible in the dimness. She had never been in this room before—she supposed it belonged to the last Lady Brisbane. She was now the countess, and—she glanced at the connecting door—and she would see her husband soon. Her feet grew cold, and she moved into her bed, tucking them under the covers.
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