The Duchess of Trevescan waved a hand in the air. “The whole world knows me a scandal—I should think they’d be disappointed if I didn’t frequent Shelton Street.” Dahlia’s smile became a grin. The duchess had not overstated her reputation—she was pure merry widow, but instead of a dead husband, she’d been gifted an absent one—a disappeared duke who had no taste for sparkling London life, and instead lived on a remote estate in the wilds of the Scilly Isles. “I am always surprised to see you on nights that are not for Dominion.”
hmm, I wonder if she’ll be one of the hell’s belles?
