“He had to admit that he looked good. This was the first time he'd ever worn such an outfit. Downstairs, the quartet the count had hired for the party was warming up. Punching his fist into his open palm, Ivan began to pace anxiously. Either these aristocrats would accept Nadya as Anastasia or all three of them would be condemned as frauds. They'd convinced Dubinsky and his sister easily enough, but this would be the real test. Sitting on the edge of his bed, Ivan pictured how the evenin...g might play out. Nadya would be overwhelmed and confused about how to behave with the aristocrats. She wouldn't know what fork to use for her salad or would fail to understand all their references to the sophisticated worlds of classical music and fine art. The guests would begin to look at Nadya askance and would speculate among themselves. They might think the girl was too common and uneducated to be the lost grand duchess. Ivan pictured Nadya upset.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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