Chapter Fifteen
“Good morning, my dear.” Lady Wickford came forward and took the seat immediately to his right.
As he sat, he asked, “Would you care for some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, thank you. And whatever it is that you are having will be fine,” she informed him.
“Of course.” He gave a nod to the footman standing near a door at the far end of the room. The man nodded and left to fetch her meal.
“I expect the duchess here by ten. She wrote and said she would be able to bring a few half-made gowns for you.”
“Excellent. I am pleased to see you move in the best circles. Clearly, that school your father insisted on sending you to was the right place,” she said, smiling at him. She could smile now, but remembered too well the fights she’d had with Joshua’s father—the shouting and tears. Not
