Chapter Twenty-One
Miss Sheffield was a very pretty girl and a great deal more forward than most young ladies of his acquaintance, but he couldn’t help thinking she still wasn’t nearly as appealing as Miss Rowan. Why was that, he wondered.
Perhaps it was Miss Rowan’s lovely blonde hair that curled just so around her sweet face as compared to Miss Sheffield’s pretty sable locks. Or maybe it was her brilliant green eyes, which held such intelligence rather than merely good humor as in Miss Sheffield’s eyes. He rather suspected Miss Sheffield’s non-stop giggles would drive a man to distraction after a while. Yes, Miss Sheffield was a very agreeable young lady, but no, she couldn’t hold a candle to Miss Rowan.
When they returned to the drawing room a quarter of an hour later, Lady Moreton h
