Grace was surprised to find herself seated beside Lord Trevor. Then she saw that Calpurnia had been placed across from him, no doubt so that the guest of honor could keep his full attention fixed on their hosts’ beautiful daughter throughout the meal. Ah. Grace quickly grasped why she had been situated in this post. From here, she could help Calpurnia along in conversation, smoothing over any youthful gaffes. After all, the girl’s mother was seated far away, down at the foot of the table, where she could do little to help, while Calpurnia’s father presided at the head. As Grace kept her smile fixed in place and set her napkin on her lap, she wondered if she should start sending the Windleshams a bill for all the work she did as an unofficial governess to the headstrong aristocratic chit. Trevor looked askance at her as he took his seat. Grace met his glance warily. Lud, she had no idea how she was to smooth over any awkwardness between him and Calpurnia when the air between herself and the ex-spy was charged with more awkwardness than she could endure.
