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Chapter Thirty-One
A Secret Out
“Quit yer fidgeting, lass, or I’ll never get this right!” Slaney, huffed. “Ye be squirmin’ like a wee minnow in a child’s fist.” For the second time, the maid tried to pin a wayward strand of Keelan’s hair.
The night of Doreen’s ball arrived all too soon.
Keelan sighed apologetically. “I’m sorry. It’s just that—”
“You canna wait to be in the arms of yer betrothed?” She couldn’t miss the sarcasm in her maid’s voice.
Keelan snorted. “Had poor Pastor Braun and his chapel not been blown away by the storm, I’d be a married woman by now. At least it’s an announcement and not a wedding ceremony that will take place later this evening.” She picked up a mirror and studied the maid’s handiwork. “Lovely work, Slaney.”
Still, she had an intense desire to don
