She’d barely slept; misery had kept her awake and tossing. Pain lodged in her throat, felt heavy in her chest. Elijah was gone. She woke to a world without joy; she wondered dispassionately if and when she would get it back. Ivy Moffat would be arriving tomorrow, and there...
Incredibly, Claude had sent over three trunks of Darcy’s dresses the night before, and she’d had her sapphire-blue velvet dress, Edward’s favorite, pressed by Marie’s maid in preparation for her visit. But Edward sent a message that he had caught a terrible cold and could not receive her for Sund...
