She could not stop her thoughts from returning to the previous night, to Lord Luvington’s pursuit of her. How dare the rake so openly flirt with her, and in public nonetheless. A shiver ran through her, and she shook her head. Another scene the likes of that and her reputation would be lost forever.“Good afternoon, Lady Sarah.”Sarah spun and forced the corners of her mouth up. “I am not so sure it is.”Grace nodded toward the door. “Let us walk in the garden and discuss what weighs on you. The fresh air may be a benefit.”Sarah sighed. “It is a lovely suggestion.”She followed Grace into the foyer as the duchess accepted her parasol from the footman, before stepping out into the warm air. The bright late morning sunlight washed over her as she walked with Grace into the garden. Her gaze landed on a cluster of pink flowers at the base of a lime tree. “I have always been quite taken with your garden.”Grace stopped walking, and Sarah moved to stand beside her.“It does my heart good to hear such a complement.
