CHAPTER EIGHTWhen she looked back in the days that followed, Ravina could remember very little about her dreadful journey home from Mitcham Manor.
She had left the nursery, rushed downstairs, mounted her horse and with a silent and grim-faced Sir Richard trotting behind her, had ridden quickly back to Curbishley Hall along the roads, forgoing the hillside tracks.
So he was to marry – and soon. Mitcham Manor was to be this unknown woman’s home.
Well, she wished the lady joy. To live with a man with so little sensitivity would be a great hardship.
Sweetie skittered as Ravina’s fingers tugged on her reins as she forced her anguish to the back of her mind.
She was determined not to give Sir Richard the opportunity of thinking that his actions were of any concern to her.
“Are your plans n
