Chapter 23…I am sure that Michael will be penning a letter as well, but as I count you as a dear, dear friend, I wanted to write to you myself to inform you that we have married. Are you surprised? I must confess that I was.
…from the Countess of Kilmartin to Helen Stirling, three days after her marriage to the Earl of Kilmartin.
“You look terrible.”
Michael turned to Francesca with a somewhat dry expression. “And good morning to you, too,” he remarked, turning his attention back to his eggs and toast.
Francesca slid into place across the breakfast table from him. It was two weeks into their marriage; Michael had risen early that morning, and when she’d awakened, his side of the bed had been cold.
“I’m not joking,” she said, feeling her concern knit her brows into a wrinkled line. “Yo
