Some Enchanted Evening by Christina Dodd

Author:Christina Dodd [Dodd, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Historical Romance
ISBN: 9780061259463
Google: 6X71113lmYsC
Amazon: B0009SRZBU
Barnesnoble: B0009SRZBU
Goodreads: 490431
Publisher: Avon Books
Published: 2004-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Going back to the footman, he said, "When Her Highness is finished, please direct her to my study." No, not his study. Memories haunted the study. "Rather, direct her to the library. I'll wait for her in the library."

* * *

Clarice walked arm in arm with Amy toward the servants' entrance. "You came at just the right time." Based on the clarity and fine texture of Amy's skin, Clarice had sold another dozen jars of her most expensive unguent, the royal secret luminous eye cream. "You are the ideal model."

"That must have been why I walked all the way out here." Amy's lower lip stuck out precipitously. "So I could be a model for your demonstration."

Guilt ripped through Clarice. Amy lived the life of a seamstress, sewing until her eyes ached, living in Mistress Dubb's minuscule bedchamber under the eaves, walking instead of riding the road to MacKenzie Manor. No wonder Amy resented Clarice.

Guiding Amy into the solitude of the small sitting room, Clarice said, "I realize you came for a reason of your own, and I want to hear about it without delay. It was just that you arrived right after I started the demonstration and I dared not tell them I had to stop and speak to you —"

Amy stared at her, hostility radiating from every pore.

"— my sister?" Clarice finished on a questioning note, trying to explain what didn't need to be explained.

"No, you couldn't tell them that. That would ruin everything. The whole ridiculous royal secret charade."

Amy whirled away from Clarice's touch. "Look, Clarice, I'm tired of being a demonstration" — she took a deep breath and shouted — "and I'm tired of being a princess."

Hastily Clarice shut the door and for good measure switched to Italian. "What do you mean? You are a princess. You can't change that."

"Don't be ridiculous." Amy paced across the room. "We're not princesses. We don't have a country."

"We do have a country!" Clarice had explained this to Amy before. "We're in temporary exile."

"Temporary exile for the rest of our lives." Amy wrung her fingers until the knuckles turned white. "I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not riding into town ahead of you. I'm not fooling people into thinking you've transformed me from a witch to a beauty. It's over."

"That's fine." Clarice tried to take Amy's hands, to comfort her, but Amy would have none of her reassurance. "This time I'm going to make enough money to carry us back to Beaumontagne."

Amy mocked her. "I thought we weren't supposed to go back until we get the word."

"I've started to wonder if someone is sabotaging Grandmamma's attempts to reach us. That would make such a difference." Clarice tapped her fingers together. "I'm tempted to write Grandmamma."

"If it weren't for me, you would have already gone back to Beaumontagne. Isn't that right?"

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