Chapter 27 A Masked Affair Ch1

• The invitation had arrived in the most scandalous fashion—slipped between the pages of a philosophy book in her private library. No sender. No seal. Only a single card with pressed gold ink that read: Tonight, wear your sins. And nothing else.
• The Duchess of Wescott did not attend masquerades. She did not drink brandy in public, or gamble, or engage in the kinds of conversations women of her station were warned never to overhear.
• But tonight, she was someone else.