Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

tray of dry toast, tea, and fruit.
    “Thank you so much. This is fabulous.” Camille smiled, tears in her eyes at finding her lady’s maid so competent and kind. It was good to have a friend, or at least someone who would watch over her in this house.
    “Would you like to dress, my lady?”
    “Come back in a few minutes.” Camille reveled in the silence as she forced toast and tea down. She felt marginally better after eating.
    “Miss?” Brilla poked her head in the room.
    “Yes, I’m ready.”
    “My lady, you have a seamstress coming in to measure you this morning since there wasn’t ample time before the wedding. The few things Lord Tremont purchased for you are in the armoire.”
    “Oh. Any sack dress will do.” Camille’s heart pounded in her chest. A seamstress will know. Brilla chose a soft pink sack dress with romantic beading about the neckline.
    “I’ll leave the corsets off today if you don’t mind,” Camille told Brilla, trying to sound offhand.
    “Certainly, my lady.” The dress free of corsets was a relief, and Camille relaxed as Brilla fixed her hair half-up and half-down, winding fresh flowers through it.
    “I picked them this morning. I thought you might fancy them.”
    “Thank you, Brilla. How thoughtful. I do.”
    A knock sounded on the door, and a boldly dressed older woman came in.
    “ Ma chérie . You are the bride, no?”
    “Yes, I am.” Despite her nervousness about the woman seeing her body, Camille felt a flush of pride at being able to answer so.
    “Ah, you are a pretty one.” The woman swooped around her, looking at her from every angle.
    “Let’s get this dress off and measure you.” She motioned toward Brilla, who helped remove the dress.
    “Brilla, that will be all.” Camille didn’t want her maid in the room when the other woman commented.
    “I am Helga, by the way.”
    “I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Camille.” The woman drew the tape measure along inseams and arms, clucking and nodding.
    “Pinks, purples, and summery hues will make you look like a garden flower.”
    Camille smiled at the thought.
    Helga stopped as she measured Camille’s waistline. She frowned, looking Camille in the eyes.
    “Oh, you will need to have some room here, no?”
    “Yes.” Camille looked away.
    “ Chérie , don’t cry. It is a blessing. All will be well.” The woman squeezed her hand, and tears flowed.
    “Thank you.” The rest of the session passed in silence, but Camille’s heart weighed heavy in her chest.
    “You shall have a mountain of lovely gowns, pelisses, and more.” The woman kissed her cheek, and Camille nearly cried again.
    “Thank you.”
    “No. Thank His Grace.” The woman smiled at her.
    “Yes.” Camille sank down on the bed after Helga had gone. If only I had found the Tremonts a few months sooner...

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    Titus poked his head into the room after knocking.
    “Do you fancy a ride this morning?”
    “I, well, I’m feeling a bit ill.” Camille felt sick to her stomach again at the thought of a ride. It wouldn’t be good for her for several reasons.
    “I see. I’m sorry to hear that, princess.” Titus sat down beside her, putting his arms around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing him in.
    “You should ride and enjoy yourself.”
    “I don’t know. I think I’d rather spend the morning with my bride.” He stroked her hair, saying nothing for a moment, and Camille realized she felt safe with him and wanted. She had only once felt that way with a man, and it had been all too fleeting and tragic.
    “I want to go back to bed with you.” His low spoken words made Camille’s pulse race. She traced the blue veins in his wrist where his cuffs rode up.
    “Oh, really?”
    “I promise I won’t wear you out. I just want to love you. You’ve made me the happiest man in London.”
    “And your brothers?” Camille's heart flooded with warmth in spite of herself at his words and the earnest look in his