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Chapter 6<br />
Seated by total strangers, Natalie felt out of place. She never ate with<br />
strangers, only her cousin and aunt. When neither were available, she<br />
ate with the servants or alone. Suddenly nervous, Natalie struggled<br />
not to squirm in her chair. Silently chastising herself, she reminded<br />
herself that she was every bit a lady as her cousin and could handle<br />
any society thrown her way.<br />
She could hear light conversation amongst the guests, but no one had<br />
engaged her. Natalie was well read, but her aunt often chastised her<br />
over her opinions. “Ladies do not have opinions, Natalie,” she would<br />
say. “They agree with the gentlemen in their company.”<br />
Gazing down toward her cousin at the far side of the table, seated<br />
closely to the duke, Natalie thought back to the circumstances that<br />
had brought her to such a low point. Her father, the second son of the<br />
Earl of Warren, had made himself quite successful from various<br />
investments. When Natalie's mother took ill, her father spent every<br />
cent they had for a cure. In the end, nothing prevented the inevitable,<br />
and her mother had died. Her father followed his wife within a year.<br />
With the money gone and no other family to speak of, her aunt<br />
begrudgingly took her in. Not as a member of the family, but as a<br />
servant. For that matter, not even a valued servant, but the whipping<br />
girl to her spoiled daughter. That had been over a year ago.<br />
Natalie continued to eat quietly when she heard the duke's booming<br />
voice from the end of the table. He was asking Elinore what she<br />
thought of the dinner and Elinore was eager to give her opinion. Of<br />
course, she thought it was delightful. Rolling her eyes, Natalie<br />
continued to eat her soup.<br />
<strong>Miles</strong> couldn't stop taking covert glances at Miss Tibbets. She sat at a<br />
table full of people, and yet seemed completely alone. Having spoken<br />
to Lady Elinore a few times, <strong>Miles</strong> could imagine how she treated her<br />
companion. To say that Elinore was selfish and spoiled was an<br />
egregious understatement. <strong>Miles</strong> should know, since he had been the