Thirty-OneWhen Pania spotted Isabella’s tight expression as she stood at the entry to Huldah’s drawing room, she wondered for a moment if the girl might actually refuse to see her.
The cook had answered the door and led her into the hall, but Isabella was plainly not in any mood to receive visitors. In one hand she clutched a sparkling turquoise dress close to her chest, like a shield. In the other she grasped the drawing-room door handle, and her stance indicated she was tempted to shut it in Pania’s face.
Her light-gold complexion was suffused with rosy indignation, her blue eyes flashed angrily, and she had probably never been more beautiful. Pania had to suppress the urge to smile. No wonder John suspected that Sebastian was already half in love with her. She was not only lovely but
