Chapter Fourteen
Her aunt’s home was no better.
The front door was opened for her by Coddles who frowned at her as she stomped into the house.
It took a great deal of self-control for Sara not to go running up the stairs. She took a deep breath and walked slowly, in a ladylike fashion, just as her aunt had insisted. She then opened and closed the door to her bedchamber without a sound, although she was sorely tempted to slam that door as hard as she could.
Abigail peeked out from behind the door to the armoire.
“Your dresses have…” She paused and narrowed her eyes at Sara. “There’s something wrong. You’re not behaving angrily, but I can see by your eyes and the flush on your cheeks that you’re fit to be tied.”
“Abigail, I’m afraid I’m getting distracted,” Sara said, ignoring her mai
