Chapter Twenty-One
“Help you?” Lady Blakemore asked.
“How can we help? You know we’re always very happy to do so,” Lydia said, almost at the same time.
Cynthia gave her a grateful smile. “I know, that’s why I have absolutely no qualms about asking.” She got lots of nods all around. Taking in a deep breath, she said, “My secret is this—I…” She paused. Goodness, this was harder than she had imagined. But no, she would persevere. It would help in so many ways; she was certain of it. “My secret is that I don’t believe my husband loves me, and I don’t know what to do about it. I love him, but the feeling does not seem to be reciprocated.”
“Oh, dear,” Diana sighed.
“Why do you think that is so?” the duchess asked.
“Because he never wants to spend time with me. Whenever I ask him to go some
