~March 25~Claire walked into her good friend Christianne’s drawing room and smiled. No, even more than that, she relaxed. She could feel her shoulders drop and her stomach unclench. The season had officially started, and the ladies of the Wagering Whist Society had returned.
Not everyone was present just yet, but they were coming, and that knowledge made everything better.
“Lady Blakemore!” It was Lydia Sheffield… No, as of last summer, she was the Viscountess Welles. She ran up to Claire, gave a quick curtsy, and threw her arms around her. The girl always did have too much exuberance, Claire thought with a laugh. If she had thought for a minute that marriage would calm that, she was immediately made aware it was not so. If anything, the girl was even more enthusiastic, giggling, and hap
