“She leveled Penelope with a look. “Penelope, you must think, darling! When your father dies! What then?” Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant. “I beg your pardon?” Lady Needham waved one hand in the air as though she hadn’t… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Penelope!” Lady Needham stood just inside the door to the dining room, stick straight, her hands clenched in little fists, confusing the footmen, frozen in uncertainty, wondering if dinner should be served or not. “Thomas proposed!” “Yes. I was present… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
