Sunny roses hand painted on every cup and saucer with not a chip or scratch. She was uneasy in the house Daniel owned, but he was not in residence, so she calmed her nerves. The countess poured tea while Sophia kept her hands clasped in her lap, making every attempt not to fidget. Sophia rested most of the morning. She arrived to break her fast, and Daphne had declared her unpresentable and told her to return to her room. When she joined her for luncheon there was no mention of what had happened the night before or her state that morning. “Are you enjoying London, Miss Braighton?” Daniel’s sister, Cecelia sat on the white and gold overstuffed chair, completely relaxed as if she were one of the tea roses in the garden. In comparison, Sophia was a great gangly oaf. “I have only been here a week but it has been quite distracting so far.” “How long will you stay?” Cecilia asked. “I suppose until my aunt tires of my taking up so much space in her home.”
