Even as the memory of her mother’s decision to sell off her jewellery surfaced in her mind, Eugenia suppressed it. She would never agree to a sale.
The Marquis would have received her letter of acceptance by now. She had sent it yesterday. Well, she would have to send him another, rescinding her decision.
Mrs. Dovedale bustled in, humming happily. Eugenia shrank in her chair. She had told her mother last night that she had accepted the invitation to the ball. She had been ecstatic but Eugenia, fearful her mother might pry into the reason for her change of heart, had slipped quickly away to bed. Now she would have to explain yet another change of heart!
Her mother sat down and rubbed her hands together. “What fun we are going to have these next few days, Eugenia my dear.”
“Fun?” ech
