Chapter Twenty-One
Sara somehow managed to avoid seeing Lord Reath for much of the following week. But there was no way to avoid him at her aunt’s Venetian breakfast.
That morning, Sara woke up to bright sunshine and cursed. It was a perfect day for a picnic. Sara had heard that it rained a good deal in London in the spring. Where was that rain when she needed it?
It was an animated party that gathered at the park early that afternoon. Reath and his friends were in fine form and had many of the guests nearly in stitches at their hilarious recollections of various Venetian breakfasts of the past.
“In all, Lady Darlington, I think your breakfast today is top of the trees,” Reath concluded, while making a grand leg toward their hostess.
Lady Darlington laughed appreciatively. “Thank you
