*Isadora
Later in the evening, as the clock hits ten, I am clutching Murder at Ten Bells as I stroll into the library. If he is not in the mood to give me a lesson, I will just read instead.
When I spot the small tulip-shaped glass of sherry resting on the small table beside the chair in which I had sat last night, something melts inside my chest, near the area where my heart beats.
As always, Micah comes to his feet. I shouldn't be so delighted to see him. Only a few hours have passed since dinner, and yet it seems like an eternity.
Gracefully, I ease myself into the chair, just as I have taught the ladies this afternoon how to sit down with the grace of a queen.
I have no idea when he has done it, but at some point he must have talked to the women because they had all come in simpl
