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cough products. And perhaps, if buried in work, she would forget the lovely eyes of the child who stole his heart and the man he was tempting himself from celibacy. " This story is, "Margaret insisted. "If someone finds out they are behind you will be humiliated. Not to mention what society will think of us. Victoria, you are already married, but we are not. Men will think we have dirty thoughts. "She sat down, her back stiff. "It was totally untrue and had a bad effect on Amelia. We should end immediately. "Margaret would not know what a dirty idea it was if she hit her eyes, Juliette thought. And if she knew what was going on in bed between a man and a woman, she would have fainted in shock. When she glanced at Victoria, she found her sister anxious. May and the whole world with Victoria, Juliette suddenly realized if only a word about Aphrodite's Unmentionables is revealed, her sister's reputation will be affected. "Duke know?" She asked quietly her sister. Victoria nodded. "He knew about it before Christmas but did not want you to continue." "He's right. A duchess is not sewing, "Margaret agreed. "They just embroidered. It's not even often. "The disdain swept over Victoria's face. "She'll sew if she wants to. Your privacy in the bedroom does not need anyone to bother. "Good thing, Juliette thought. Her secret sister is very ordinary, she does not show. "I'm just trying to help," Margaret said. You should be aware of your social status. "Amelia threw Victoria's mischievous eyes. "Do not believe her, Victoria. She tried to be fair, but was wondering what happened on the wedding night like you and Juliette. Is it as fun as I used to think? Did he tear things that should not be mentioned? (1) Italy Amelia alludes to underwear. Juliette almost suffocates. Though knowing that her sister was just joking, the sudden fear of recalling that night. The story between men and women is nothing interesting. It was so shameful and hurtful. Good luck, Margaret saved them with her response. "She will not share the details with you." "No, she'll just share with you later." Amelia sighed disappointed. "It was not fair." At this moment, Juliette was grateful to Margaret for interrupting Amelia's concerns. "Personally, I believe Victoria's wedding night is her private affair." She took back the piece of paper detailing the number of orders and changing the subject. "Will you send a new sample to Scotland? At least the wives of these farmers can tailor for you. "" You have some drawings, "Victoria said. "But you have to model for them. Have they returned to Eiloch Hill as promised? "" Yes. Dr. Fraser sent a letter saying they were rebuilding their homes. The old house was on fire so they had to build something new. "Referring to Paul, Amelia gave her a teasing smile, as if to gauge her reaction. Juliette's face flushed because she intended to go to London to get rid of everything about Paul. However, she still thinks that he is working with peasants and helping them rebuild their lives. The memory of dark blue eyes the same way he looked at her was even worse. She misses him very much, even though she hopes to forget him while living here. "The Duke also sent some people to help rebuild Ballaloch," Amelia admitted. "In the spring, we can return home." The word may be pleasant, but it reminds her that returning to Scotland means leaving Matthew. At this moment, she thought she was standing at the crossroads. Try to decide which life left behind. Saying goodbye to Scotland is easier than leaving her son. Her mother wanted her to marry, but that was an impossible idea. No man wants a sexless marriage. He must focus on Aphrodite's Unmentionables and do everything in his power to ensure success. Victoria opened the desk drawer, taking out several drawings. These are extremely modern designs made from soft linen and soft cotton. "These patterns are very appropriate," Margaret said. "They are real and any young girl can wear without feeling rude." And they are like any underwear. The uniqueness of Aphrodite's Unmentionables products is not practical to everyone, but only to the elite. They are sewn meticulously, giving the feeling of luxury without any product. Women buy them because they want to be different and more attractive to men. Juliette shakes his head. "I'm afraid these models will not sell well. Maybe they are beautiful, but women want underwear to expose more bodies. "She glanced at Toria, her sister blushed as if to understand what she wanted to say. But instead of scared, her cheeks blushed again. She glanced toward the bed and was very excited to be with her husband. "We should still doSome new models are suitable for young women, "says Victoria. Not so much, if Juliette can do with it. She can be sure that only the best and most sexy fabrics are used. Maybe some models are decorated with jewelry just to make them different and sell more. Her mind began to calculate higher margins, weighing the numbers until Margaret interrupted. "It's too late," she said with a hug. "We should come back, otherwise Charlotte Aunt would have expected it!" Juliette wore a hat and gloves while Victoria rang the bell and called to order the carriage to them. She hugged her sister by the way and went with Amelia, while Margaret slowly stepped back. As they both whispered, Amelia pulled closer to Juiliette. "Aunt Charlotte will hold a prom night in the next few days. Are you going to attend? "" Maybe, "she said absently, not wanting to come." If you find someone ... in the dream at the ball? Have you sneaked away with him for a while? "Amelia's embarrassed expression rekindled her warning flare. Your sister is plotting something? The sin clearly on his face. " And if you're thinking about something like that, let's get rid of it. I'm too young to get married. "Amelia smiled sadly. "You're behaving like a thousand year old woman." "That's not it." Juliette tried to smile briskly for not wanting her sister to go on fire. Melia pulled her aside. "She is refusing to attend parties, just like Victoria did. I remember you promised to try to live happily. Even though I do not want to marry. "Her sister's tone shows that she does not understand why Juliette likes that. She does not really want to live that life. She wants a husband and children, like any woman. She was satisfied with what was going on, "she said to soothe her sister." But do not go that way. "Amelia sighed and hugged her sister. really should not. But what other way? Juliette hugged her sister, knowing she was just trying to help her. "Tomorrow we will go to Benedict's shop. You just need to find out what the underwear situation is like, and you should find a new dress for the ball. "Amelia grinned. Juliette still wonders what she is hiding behind the smile. * * * Paul entered the London home of the Colonel - Baron of Lanfordshire, the smell of dampness in the air. A servant helped him take off his jacket, while the housekeeper invited them into the house. "This arrangement is only temporary," Culpepper explained. "As soon as Lady Lanfordshire returns, you have to arrange your own accommodation." "Of course," Paul replied. Each room showed abandonment for many years. Most valuables have been sold off for debt repayment, with only a few paintings, some scratched furniture and a worn-out parquet. Apparently the servants whom the Colonel-Lanfordshire hired did not take care of the clean house. "In the letter, Lady Lanfordshire said that the sentence ended his medical education." The butler looked at him with a look. "Yeah." Paul followed him up the two stairs, realizing he was positioned in the servants quarters. "I guess you're the surgeon, right?" He kept his voice evenly, though Paul understood that he meant that he was simply doing work rather than cutting off limbs. "Doctor and surgeon," he corrected. He has earned both degrees and absolutely intend to continue practicing. Although he did not have to work before because of his uncle's allowance, his self-esteem forced him not to continue receiving it. This new life is very strange to him, as if he did not deserve a fortune. He was willing to pay it back if his father could live up to it. Review their destination. He coughs and then

turns down the stairs. "This way, Dr. Fraser." Paul did not show any reaction. Maybe he was originally planning to arrange a room for him on the roof. Instead, he led him into a small and simple room right next to the children's room. "Thanks." The room was stuffy, no new bedclothes. However, he realized it was the room of one of Mrs Landordshire's daughters. Clear evidence is the wallpaper of roses and seats inlaid with gold. Maybe Juliette had been sleeping here at an early age. "I'll have the cook cook up the room." Finished, the butler left. Paul arranged the furniture and walked over to open the window. The terrible streets, the bad odors and the hustle of people here make him yearn for the green hills of Scotland. You can not understand what attracted Juliette back here. Do you really want to live in London? You do not belong in this all-alien city. Clawing along the jagged cheeks, he realized he might be pathetic after nearly two weeks on the road. From time to time, he always wondered why he came here. All work Juliette do is very contradictory. She said she would never