The Marquess Who Loved Me (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
“If Nick wanted me to catch my death of pneumonia, he needn’t have spent forty thousand pounds,” she muttered. “It’s little wonder there are no seraglios in London. We would all freeze to death.” Lucia sniffed, her temper still high. Ellie had returned to her chamber ten minutes after midnight and found her maid cursing, with fervor and fluency, over the blackened morals of the Claiborne men. “He doesn’t give a fig for your comfort, my lady. But you do look splendid. I’ll allow that he has taste.” Ellie tugged down the bottom hem of her bodice, but it ended in the middle of her ribcage. She couldn’t cover her belly unless she wrapped a blanket around herself. “I look like a prime fool. Is this how my guests feel when wearing the costumes I prescribe for them?’ “At least the costumes you demand cover everything,” Lucia said loyally. Ellie noticed that Lucia didn’t answer the question, but it didn’t matter.
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