VICTORIA TILTED HER HEAD TO THE SIDE and considered the cartoon she’d begun to draw in her sketchbook. His nose was just a bit off. “Don’t move.” She didn’t need to look up to sense that Edward, her subject, was trying to sneak away again.
Edward hated sitting for her. “Awww. I got things to do, Victoria.”
“Such as?” There, that was better. Edward really had the most extraordinary nose.
They were in the little back sitting room. The light was best here during the afternoon, shining in unobstructed through the tall mullioned windows. Edward perched on a stool in front of the fireplace. He was attired in his usual rumpled coat and breeches with the addition of an oddly spotted purple neckcloth. Victoria couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten it, maybe from Lily. She would have died laughing
