The Duke I’m Going To Marry (Farthingale Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Ian had called her Daffy again. What had happened to suddenly overset him? Was it the letter? He hadn’t even opened it before he’d shot to his feet. They’d all been having a lovely time. Felicity was an adorable mix of imp and angel, and Dillie had loved her on sight. Who wouldn’t love those bright eyes and kissable, pudgy cheeks? She turned to her father, who’d also come to his feet and was now standing beside her, one arm around her shoulder. “Give him a moment, sweetheart.” She nodded. Miss Poole, a woman of infinite good sense and discretion as far as Dillie was concerned, quietly bundled Felicity in her arms. “Time for Her Highness to take a nap. Please excuse us.” She scooped up the child’s blanket and a couple of toys that were on the carpet, and then bustled from the room, leaving Dillie alone with her father. Dillie wasn’t certain how much time passed, perhaps only a few minutes, but it felt like eons.
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