Chapter SevenA servant came into the room to hand the Countess of Selway a note on a silver salver.
“From Rannock Castle, my Lady,” he said, “and the groom is waiting in case there is an answer.”
At the other end of the breakfast table Fiona felt herself grow tense as she watched the Countess take the note from the salver and open it.
This she did with a grace that was characteristic and, watching her downcast eyes, Fiona thought as she had often thought before how attractive the Earl’s mother was.
She had been beautiful when she was young and now her face had a sweetness that expressed her nature. In many ways she reminded Fiona of her own mother.
The Countess, however, was little more than fifty and Fiona often forgot her age and talked to her as if she was a contemporary.
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