Former Viscount
I sat in the dining room, having a late breakfast after having stayed up all night celebrating my son’s engagement along him and Oliver Thompson. Oliver had threatened Enrique about five times regarding his sister’s happiness, but we were all a couple of glasses of brandy in that Enrique accepted them happily.
I had gone to bed smiling, happy that my son had fond love in such a great woman. I knew Rachel was the best match for him. She was witty, kind, smart and determined. She was going to be a great Viscountess.
I looked at the seat next to me, the seat that had belonged to my own Viscountess many years ago. Maria used to sit with me here for hours and we’d talk about life, our dreams, Enrique and the future we wanted. Maria was kind, warm and loving of all. But she w
