Chapter Twenty-Nine
Margaret laughed. It was silly what she was feeling—so hopeful, yet embarrassed. Whenever she thought of the night of the Venetian ball, she felt so happy. That was it. Happy. No, maybe delighted was a better word. Or ecstatic. Yes, she liked ecstatic because it was definitely more than simple happiness.
She shook her head and laughed again. Whatever it was, it was wonderful.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” Tina said, laughing. Margaret was sure she was laughing at her and not with her, but she didn’t care.
“I’ve never been like this! I’ve never felt this way,” Margaret admitted.
“And you think it was Lord Roseberry?” Tina asked.
“I do. He did propose to me once before last year, but Warwick scared him off, and he’s hardly said a word to me since,” M
