Chapter Fourteen
London
Witherspoon Town House
Brighton
"Welcome dear, you look lovely as always. Your father and I were just amusing ourselves with tales from Lord Armstrong, about Italy. It seems like a very interesting place. I might just have your father take me there. His stories are never as wonderful as the ones I have just heard from your Lord Armstrong."
She forced herself to thaw, tearing her eyes away from the very familiar stranger before her, so she could look at her Mother.
"Indeed? I am sure you can manage to convince Father, mother. I might put in a word or two, if it is guaranteed that I would be allowed to go on the journey with you two."
Her father chuckled at this and from the side of her eyes, she could see that man smile.
"I suppose that can be arranged? Yes.
