Chapter Thirteen
“Well, she is very pretty,” Lady Rossburke commented after they’d rode away from Lord Wickford’s carriage.
“I suppose so,” Gwendolyn said. She wasn’t certain why her stomach was roiling as it was. It wasn’t as if she even wanted to be riding with the gentleman rather than her newfound friends. She was so much happier amongst the company of these ladies. They were all very kind, very caring. So what if Lord Wickford, with his excessive charm and good looks, had awarded Miss Hanslow the very rare and special honor of being driven by him? Gwendolyn didn’t care. “Is it true that he doesn’t normally drive young ladies in the park, or did you just say that to be kind?”
“Oh no, it’s absolutely true!” Lady Welles said, coming up along Gwendolyn’s other side.
“I don’t believe I
