“I wish we could go faster,” Daphne complained, looking out the carriage window yet again. “Why are the horses so slow? We should have reached the next tavern by now!”
Her younger sister, Eurydice, who was so oblivious to the marvels of the fashionable world that Daphne sometimes doubted they were truly siblings, looked up from her book. “Getting to Castle Keyvnor sooner won’t get us to London sooner. May is months away.”
months“But we’ll be in London for the new year,” Daphne replied, impatient to begin the adventure of her coming-out season. Her sister didn’t know that Daphne had made a wish on Stir-Up Sunday, a wish that by Christmas a year from now, she would be married to a rich duke. The further they rode from North Barrows, the greater the likelihood of there being a duke in the v
