"Desmond, you cannot be considering Alessandra to be the one to marry the duke," Katrina said when Desmond returned to the table.
"He is hell-bent on marrying Alessandra and she has agreed. I have no choice but to entertain it," Desmond took up a napkin from the table to clean the sweat dripping from his forehead. "He threatened me."
"Still, we have to think about Kate here. Do you know how embarrassing it will be for her to lose Edgar to Alessandra? For heaven's sake, the girl wears a mask. Has the duke seen her face? Something isn't right?" Katrina couldn't make sense of what was happening.
"Did you find out what was said between the two of them the night of the party? Alessandra had to be lying. She must be threatening the duke," Kate concluded. It was the only thing making sense to her.
