Chapter Three
Look, my dear, here is Julian come to pay his respects to our little Cassie,” Sir Lionel said coming into the drawing room where Cassandra and her mother were working on their respective embroidery.
In her surprise, Cassandra accidentally jabbed her needing into her finger. Tears came to her eyes, but she managed to stifle her cry of pain.
Mr. Ritchie stood awkwardly just inside the door slightly behind her father. He looked, if possible, even more handsome than he had last night. He was dressed neatly, and carried off his slightly unfashionable clothes with unconscious flair. If his boots were not quite so dazzlingly shiny as they should have been, Cassandra did not care to notice.
“Cassandra is not a child any longer, so please do not address her as such,” her mother s
