She landed awkwardly, turning her right ankle. A minute later they were back at Belgrave, and Grace was being shoved out the door. The driver may have been officially in the employ of the Willoughby sisters, but it was easy to tell who was really in charge, and he made haste back to his seat. “Turn the carriage around,” the dowager immediately ordered. At that moment, however, the door opened, and the driver’s face appeared. But all that earned her was a glare so furious that she hastily rose and moved toward the door. “Ma’am,” Grace pleaded, as if anything she said might dissuade the dowager from her plans. “Grace, you get out and tell the driver to turn the carriage around.” “Be quiet.”Īll eyes turned to Amelia, and for the first time in anyone’s memory, the dowager deigned to give her future granddaughter an approving glance.īut the approbation was short-lived, and before anyone had a chance to react, the dowager was reaching for the door handle. “For the love of God,” Amelia snapped at her sister. Grace, unfortunately, knew exactly what the dowager intended to do.Įlizabeth looked to her in panic. But not really shock-it only sounded that way, because her voice didn’t know how else to sound.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |