NineHow kind of you to call, my lord,” Rose said as she sat back down on the dark red-and-white striped sofa of the drawing room. Lord Kirtland took the seat opposite her in the matching chair.
Clasping her hands together tightly in her lap, Rose tried to calm herself. She desperately wished that Laia was next to her to support her in what she had to do, but she was across the room, with Aunt Farmington hovering over her, gaily entertaining the two other gentleman callers. And besides, Rose had not yet told her sisters about either Lord Kirtland or her gambling.
But at least he had finally come! She had been so afraid he wouldn’t visit, especially after quite a few of the other gentlemen she’d met the other night had already come and left that afternoon. Lord Kirtland was the only one sh
