Katherine hesitated. Would telling him the truth about where she'd grown up out her as Katherine Russell, the murderer's daughter? Was it common knowledge that her father had established himself in Morocco? She knew she had read it in at least some of the newspaper articles over the years, but she didn't really know if it was the sort of thing that had stuck in the collective conscious of the English population. It certainly wasn't the most sensational element of the story.

Sustaining a lie, however, would be too difficult. Kate didn't know anything substantial about other countries, and she would hate to try to keep up a conversation while she was floundering. The truth was the safest choice, she decided, although obviously not without risk. "Morocco," she answered. "My dress is from there — I'm afraid it's not really the fashion," she admitted with a gesture towards some of the other ladies in the ballroom.