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Scandal: Chapter Sixteen - navessa allen
Where many of the ton chose to make their homes outside of the crowded center of London, the Duchess of Amesbury had intentionally inserted herself into the middle of Mayfair, as though declaring herself the heavenly body around which the rest of the aristocracy orbited. The grand façade of the residence she had so recently purchased was wrought in stone and accented with marble columns. Large banks of windows peered through them out upon Grosvenor Square. It was easy to imagine her standing up there, just beyond the panes, a looking glass to her eye as she spied upon the couples that strolled beneath the boughs of the trees that lined the grand avenues of the park. I shivered slightly as my carriage slowed to a stop near the front door, feeling as though her eyes were already on me. Several other carriages quickly fell in line behind my own, waiting to deposit their guests. As much as I longed to delay the threat of receiving another note, to dawdle here would be to hold others up, which would not go unnoticed by anyone here to spy on me. The door of the cabin swung open, and with a deep, …