Dear Booke, it has finally happened. The disaster I have been afraid of—in fact, too afraid to even admit it here in these pages.
Today Lady Durand came to call. And with just a few very well-chosen words, she informed me that I was an ungrateful wretch for declining Mr. Dryden and that I was not welcome at Rosemont ever again.
One thing I did not anticipate was that I have also been immediately thrown out of the house in Avoncliff. I do not have many belongings, but I left most of my sewing supplies behind, and those are all gone. Everything that I had—gone.
While I knew that I could not continue to reside at Avoncliff, Catherine had assured me that I would live with her at Wansdyke, and I thought I would move the rest of my belongings quickly and quietly once we returned after the hol
