She was shivering by the time she’d finished the second sleeve. Laying it aside, she went downstairs to fetch a heated brick from the kitchen. On her way back, the low murmur of voices coming from the library caught her attention. The door was open the merest crack. Curious, Mattie pushed the door open a few inches.
Sir Gareth had listened to her advice. He sat alongside Cecy on the sofa, talking with her.
Mattie hugged the warm brick to her chest and watched as Sir Gareth said something, as Cecy replied. Their heads were bent closely together.
Mattie carefully closed the door and tiptoed down the corridor.
She was working on the bodice when she heard light footsteps approaching the sewing room.
“Mattie?” Cecy stood in the doorway. Joy glowed on her face. “I have something to tell you
