Every time Alexandra was sure she had him cornered he would find some way out that she hadn't seen.
Dinner was t*****e even worse than the day spent in the Great Hall greeting the visitors. At dinner Alexandra was expected to talk to the competitors whether they were earnest, nervous or macho. Some of them vacillated from one pose to another. None of them would make any intelligent conversation with Alexandra. Apparently, they all thought that if she had ever thought about anything other than needlepoint and clothes, it was only about who she was going to marry. The only person she wanted to talk to was seated on the other side of the room. Herbert looked just as lost and uncomfortable as she felt. Just to finish her evening off, her new dress didn't fit any better than the first one. Sh
