Chapter Seven
Once again, as Sara approached her aunt’s house, the door opened of its own accord.
“Lady Darlington wishes to see you immediately, Miss Whately,” Coddles said, as if pronouncing a death sentence.
Sara laughed to herself at the butler’s theatrics as she thanked him. She figured that he put on this demeanor as a way to combat the name he was forced to suffer. She was slowly learning that he was, in fact, as kind as his name implied.
Her aunt was sitting at the sofa writing when Sara entered the drawing room. “Oh, thank goodness you are back.”
“I was just out for a ride, Aunt Deanna,” Sara said, coming over to her.
“Yes, well, there is simply too much to do. Packing and getting everything ready for our move to London... Three days is too little time!” Her aunt looked lik
