“This is becoming ridiculous!” she cried as the servant left the room. She crossed to the table where he had set the cards and letters and flipped through them. “Well, not all of them are related to Lady Jericho’s revelation,” Victoria said, but her voice was weak indeed, and Marah sent a scowl over her shoulder at her. “Everyone in good society is fully aware that your family is gathered close due to the marquis’ illness. You told me they have limited their invitations to you this summer, haven’t they?” Victoria sighed behind her. “Yes.” Marah gathered up at least twenty-five invitations and spun around to hold them up. “And does this look limited to you? It is more than double what you were receiving before my secret was revealed.” Victoria pursed her lips, but Marah set the things aside and continued before she could argue. “Do you remember when I took Betsy and went out to the seamstress yesterday to find a bit of ribbon to have added to my yellow morning gown?”
