Alexandra would love to have dirt under her nails. But she was who she was, and her father was too controlling to allow that to happen.

When his eyes turned to her, Alex averted her gaze to his hands or to her tutor, hoping not to have been caught staring. A light tint of pink to the cheeks was the only give away of her behaviour. He was fascinating and it annoyed her that he was speaking German not French. A big puzzle to solve.

With a tight smile, Alexandra gave a light nod. “Indeed.”

She moved away from the woman and closer to Armel under the pretence of seeing what he was doing. “Does your sister enjoy her school?”