The next day, Camille's mood had lifted, though the memory of what Damien had done to her surfaced without warning at times.
There were moments when she thought of following Hayden's advice and sending for the town guard, but each time she turned the idea over, she put it down again.
Camille laid out the letters she intended to send to the other relatives, asking them to come to town sooner than planned. They ought to see the wife Damien had selected to carry the next Lord Hawthorne.
A smile settled on Camille's face as she watched her maids gather the letters and place them neatly into their envelopes, one by one.
Once the relatives arrived, Damien would remember just how much he needed Camille's assistance with a wife who knew nothing of this world.
"Make sure they are sent out immediately. I don't want anyone receiving the letters too late. It will cost you your position if you fail me," Camille warned, her kindness long out the window.
"Yes, Milady."
