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It was the duchess who had the final word, but Shona was not around to hear it. Because the next day, Shona’s duties took her out into the field, leaving her to contemplate what mischief the duchess could be planning with Conall’s future. She heaved a profound sigh as she walked up the hill on th...
Serena put down the hairbrush. Gazing out of the window that was behind her mirrored dressing table, she sighed audibly. Light still filled the sky even though practically the entire household had gone to bed. This was what the Scots called “the gloaming”—the twilight time between sunset and dark...