FourteenExcellent news, Rose,” Aunt Farmington said, looking up from her embroidery as the three sisters came into the drawing room after their ride.
There was a beautiful bouquet of white and red roses sitting on the table next to her. Laia rushed over to it immediately.
“Oh! These are gorgeous! Who sent them? Was it Fungy?” she asked, leaning over and inhaling the sweet fragrance.
“How could Fungy have had those delivered so fast?” Thalia asked, genuinely perplexed.” We just saw him.” Aunt Farmington laughed. “They’re not from Fungy. They’re from your sister’s other gentleman, Lord Kirtland. The one she’s going to marry… as soon as he comes up to scratch,” their aunt added in an undertone.
“Oh,” Laia sighed. “How sweet. He must really like you, Rose.”
“You’re going to marry him?” Th
