They had hoped to slip back in through the French doors of the drawing room without being seen, but that hope was dashed as soon as they realized that the entire party was gathered there. “There you are!” Harriet hurried toward them as soon as they stepped inside, her bright eyes not missing their linked hands, which they reluctantly dropped when they realized they’d been found out. “I was so worried about the two of you. Especially when the rain turned nasty. I hope you weren’t wet through.” She pulled Amelia into a hug and whispered into her ear, “Mama has been on the warpath. She’s giving Papa a piece of her mind in the library now. I suggest you let Lord Quentin go explain himself to them first.” “Indeed we were,” Amelia answered aloud. “But thankfully we found shelter for the worst of it. I think we should both go get changed.” “Your clothes don’t look too wet now,” Miss Fotheringham said suspiciously. “That shelter you found must have been quite … accommodating.”
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