Twenty–TwoOh, what a lovely aspect.” Lady Mirthwood’s voice was saying rather loudly as she and Fungy stepped into the folly. “I have so missed English gardens. You know they try to copy them in America, but somehow, they just aren’t the same.”
Lord Kirtland immediately stood up and moved away from Rose, as if they had been caught kissing.
Rose supposed they had, but she was grateful for the interruption and the company. She was not entirely sure how much she liked Lady Mirthwood—she was entirely too familiar with Fungy—but right now she would have welcomed almost anyone. And she did so want to share the news with Fungy. His plan had worked to perfection, just as she had known it would.
“Lord Kirtland, Miss Grace. Didn’t see you here. Please excuse us for interrupting,” Fungy said, stop
