Chapter Fourteen
~June 22~
Lady Rivers looked curiously at the piece of chicken the footman, George, had served to her. Before she could say anything, however, Diana said, “I believe you had ordered the cook to make partridge for this evening, Mother.”
“Yes, that’s right. But this looks like chicken,” Lady Rivers said, poking at the offending poultry.
“It is. Partridge is only in season in the winter, so I told the cook to make this instead.”
Her mother raised her eyes and frowned. “And who gave you the right—”
“First of all, you were out of the house and Cook was pulling out her hair because she didn’t know what to do,” Diana said a little more sharply than perhaps she should have. “Secondly, I have run my father’s household for the past eight years. I believe that gives me every ri
