If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, except for brief quotes for articles or reviews, without express written permission from the author. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, events and places are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Chapter One Lady Crenshaw adjusted the angle of a ribbon adorning the kissing ball above her head and suppressed a well-earned sigh. How was she ever to manage? It had been nearly seven months since her marriage, blissful ones spent in the country, a circumstance that was not conducive to a much-neglected education in the ways of the ton. How was she to carry off the Christmas ball, one attended by so many lords and ladies, all of whom would be sure to catch her out if she made a mistake? And how was she to hide her burgeoning pregnancy when it was so imperative not to outshine the highly trumpeted arrival of the duke’s hoped-for heir mere weeks before her own? As for a suitable gift for her husband, well, Ginny was finding that money was not much of an answer to anything. It would be easy to waltz into a shop and buy something he might wish for, but so could he. She was desperate to give him what he could not buy for himself, a gift that would carry with it all the love she felt for him, but Christmas was days away and she had not thought of a single thing.
What do You think about Lady Crenshaw's Christmas?
