Page 78 of The No Good Irresistible Viscount Tipton
“This note arrived for you.”
Curious, she took the letter. There was nothing identifiable about the wax seal. “Who delivered it?”
“Just a boy. No one important.” He bowed and left her staring at the letter.
“What is it?” Pearl peered over her shoulder.
“I am not certain. Go on to the drawing room. I will meet you there.” Devona stood frozen in the hall, the letter clasped firmly in her hand. She was being foolish and paranoid. So someone had sent her a note. It was most likely from a friend. The private assurances did not calm the whirl in her stomach.
Taking a deep breath, she broke the wax wafer and opened the paper. Nerves made her fingers tremble. She read the letter once, then again because she could not believe the contents.
“It’s a lie,” she whispered. It was better to believe it than to consider that every decision she had made had been based on ghastly deception.
