My True Love Gave to Me
… eleven pipers piping …
Lady Dinah flicked open her fan. Why was it so dreadfully hot in here? She feared perspiration would dampen her green silk dress.
“Glass of water, milady?” Her governess, Marie, creased her freckled brow. “You are pouring like a sieve.”
Dinah fanned faster. “Thank you, Marie, a glass of water would be lovely.” She swallowed, her throat burning.
She had hoped her wooziness would go unnoticed, but hope never granted her favors. Naturally, Marie had noticed her condition. She’d helped care for Dinah since infancy, then quietly stepped into the role of fulltime caregiver nearly a year ago, when Dinah’s mother died of influenza. ... Read More ...