"As I am not going to be dancing, I will take your word for it," Jane finally replied through gritted teeth, though she tried, and probably failed, to keep a calm expression on her face. "And might I remind you that Lord Covington is not your betrothed yet. Father said he would not sign the final papers for a few more days. Until then, nothing is official. You two are not formally bound." Lizzie flipped her hand in the air dismissively as she examined her maid's work on her hair with a hand mirror. "It does not signify. He is here and despite the awkward start to things, the house party is progressing nicely. I simply wish it was larger, but Papa would not allow Mama to invite any more people. I am about to become a countess and I should think that everyone would want to celebrate." Then she rolled her eyes in a very childish manner, one that made Jane want to rip out her sister's hair by the very roots. "Though I had hoped the earl would be a bit more handsome. He is almost as plain as you are, Janie!" "I think he is exceptionally handsome and, were I you, Elizabeth Abigail Ashford, I would not be looking down my nose at him. Lord Hathaway is not interested in you and Lord Covington has offered. That should be enough for you." Jane was gripping the edge of her dressing table so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She desperately wanted to flee, but knew that was impossible. Instead, she remained trapped here in her room with her feather-brained sister.
What do You think about At The Stroke Of Midnight?
