Chapter Three
“Margaret, don’t you dare! You have a lovely figure, but more than that, you are a sweet, intelligent person. Any gentleman would jump at the chance to marry you—and not just for your dowry. That woman was wrong. Don’t give her another thought,” Warwick said, pulling out his handkerchief as one tear began to make its way down her cheek.
Margaret accepted it from him and then swiped at her tear. She proceeded to twist and turn the piece of cloth in her hands. “But she said—”
“Where did you find this awful mantua-maker?” Warwick asked, cutting her off.
Margaret blinked a few times while looking up at him. “Cousin Sonora has used her for years.”
“Well, it sounds as if the woman ought to retire. She is out of date, and rude as well. No, you need to find someone else.”
“But
