Since she had been no beauty, time did not have much to tamper with. Indeed, she had weathered the years better than other women her age. She was middle-aged and looked it. No less, no more. Beneath that structure of flesh and bones was the essence of Nan Briscoll Livingston. All that she inherited, all that she experienced had gone into her making. Her need for legitimacy and a sense of place had been so important to her that she could not openly acknowledge Amaris. And yet, at forty-eight, she sadly recognized that the young woman who had boldly, brashly, appeared in her drawing room this evening was closer to her in spirit and soul than Celeste. Tonight had been a clash of two strong-willed women. Nan sensed that the confrontation was just beginning. Could she—would she—destroy her offspring? Always there was her survival duel with Miles . . . now Amaris. Amaris would never understand .
What do You think about Dream Time (historical): Book I?
