Silently he waited for her there and for some reason, her body felt a strange fluttering feeling. She did not use his thighs. He was a duke and she was a fallen noble, fighting for her place. It could be a scandal. She could feel all the eyes of the staff. They are going to fall off their socket!
Why was he doing this? She walked closer and cleared her throat. The carriage's door was high. She can manage. But her dress could not. Why did she choose this dress? If she raised her leg too high, her bare knees would show. But she did not have a choice.
