She could hardly believe that Castle Fitzalan, the seat of the powerful and supposedly rich Fitzalans could be this rackety and rundown.
The magic of her first sight of the place dissolved into the reality before her now.
Almost as if he could see it all through her eyes, Rupert ventured apologetically,
“I am trying to put an army of women together to perform a spring-clean.”
“If there’s to be a whole load of work done after your smart architect comes down, there’ll be no point in cleanin’ now,” said Duncan. “It’ll only have to be done all over again. I suppose ye’ll be wantin’ somethin’ to eat?”
“A bowl of one of your soups a little later, Duncan, would be great, but I think Miss Stirling and I should start our search right away.”
Rupert looked at Celina.
“Should we start at the
