With the tailor having finished with measurements, the Royal Engineer headed off to one of the private rooms to change back into his ordinary dress, and Artemis was left alone with her thoughts for a moment. Her VIP really was a perfect gentlecolt, just as Honour had reassured her after that unpleasant misunderstanding when he’d taken her to The Sardinia Theatre. She barely stifled a shudder when she thought of just how miserable she’d felt the moment Glamerspear loudly proclaimed that she’d somehow sold her body by accepting his invitation. 