Chapter 11

• Caroline was in her room, sitting on a chair and in front of the dressing table mirror as she admired her flawless features. She reached up swiftly to pull out the jewelled comb and countless hairpins keeping her coiffure firmly in place. Slowly she picked up a tortoiseshell-backed hairbrush and began to draw it gently through the long black curls.
• " Caroline, you can bring any man to his knees with your beauty. " She giggled in her thoughts.
• Her moment was soon to be distracted as a young lady with curly brown hair quickly entered the room. " My Lady, "