Oliver growled beside her. Truly, it wasn't her place to speak for him.
She turned her most charming smile on her husband, hoping to appease him.
"The Westfields will be in London for the season... well no' this coming'
one with her condition, but that is the plan for future years.
"What does that have to do with anything?" The Quess scowled. "And who
are the Westfields? Do you mean Oliver's family?"
Hazel nodded at her father-in-law. "My dearest friend is married ta His Hassy's
youngest brother. They are residing' in burgh most of the year but
plan to spend the season in London each spring."
"Hmmph. ford's frown darkened. "The current duke has done nothing to
recommend himself. He's never taken up his seat. Too busy skirt chasing
and gambling to be of any use to the country." H
