![]() “She will insert herself into every conversation,” Iris pressed. Iris scooted around to her mother’s other side, positioning herself too close to the mirror to be ignored. Smythe-Smith seemed perfectly content with the idea and was acting as if it was all settled. Surely her mother would realize the foolishness of such a plan. Iris had rushed to her mother’s bedchamber the moment she’d learned that Daisy had been asked to accompany her for the day’s outing with Sir Richard. “You cannot walk about London with Sir Richard without a chaperone,” her mother said, adjusting her hairpins as she examined her reflection in her vanity mirror. He’d already had enough fuss to last a lifetime. His only task was to be polite and charming so that when the time came, no one would put up much of a fuss. ![]() He was going to have to force the issue, which was unfortunate.īut, he reminded himself, there was nothing to be done that evening. And honestly, he didn’t want to be married to the type of female who would act so rashly. ![]() She was too sensible to accept him so soon after their first meeting. And he knew enough of marriage to know that this was more than most men had when they went to the altar. ![]()
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