Lucinda Milthorpe, who insisted on being called Aunt Lucy, advised.Olivia was reading a book, sitting across Penelope in the luxurious Ravenstone town coach as it made its swaying journey toward Oxford Street.Penelope sighed. It had been her idea to take Olivia on a shopping expedition, hoping they could get to know each other better.“Lady Olivia isn’t ignoring me, Aunt Lucy,” she retorted. “She is ignoring both of us.”Olivia started. She closed her book with an audible snap. “Forgive me. I didn’t intend to be so rude.”She met Olivia’s familiar midnight gaze. “I would like to say how welcome you have made me feel during the two days we’ve known each other, Lady Olivia.”Olivia gave her an uncertain look. “Thank you, Lady Ravenstone.”“However,” she continued, “as we both know, it would be a complete and utter lie.”Aunt Lucy released a horrified gasp.“I … I’m not certain how to behave,” Olivia admitted, following Penelope’s example of bluntness.
