Her sister either failed to hear or failed to care about the sarcastic twist to those four words. She stared victoriously out at the bustling Frost Fair upon the frozen Thames River. “Ah, it is there, I know it,” Anne exclaimed, drawing to an abrupt stop. Which in itself should disprove the validity of the claim, and yet… In the end, all the ladies had found love. They’d sworn the trinket would lead them to the heart of a duke. The pendant had been fashioned as a kind of talisman by Aldora and her four friends. For the better part of a fortnight, she’d tried to convince Anne of the foolishness in hunting around for the small heart pendant their sister Aldora had once worn around her neck. Katherine fell into step beside her sister. Now, we merely need to find the vendor, and…” She prattled on, and continued tugging Katherine along. I have it on good authority the gypsy woman passed along the pendant to a vendor who would be at the fair upon the Thames River.” She looked pointedly at Katherine. She shoved it back and glared at Katherine.
Her sister, spun around so fast the bonnet atop her golden crop of curls tipped over her brow. Her breath stirred a puff of white, cold winter air. “It is not here, Anne,” Katherine said gently. After all, that is what you did when you were a sister, a twin sister, no less. And yet, for all the years of bad decisions, she continued to follow along with her sister’s madcap schemes. Only Katherine, however, seemed to realize Anne had proven a rather poor influence over the years. Lady Katherine Adamson discovered very early on that all bad ideas began with her twin sister.įar too many erroneously assumed because Katherine was a whole six minutes and seventeen seconds younger than her sister, that she must aspire to the model of ladylike decorum and beauty as evinced by her twin. “Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark. And thank you for the support you’ve shown to me as a writer. Thank you for an advance copy all those years ago that got me through at least one long day of bedrest. Thank you, even as thank you seems so very inadequate. Thank you for catching everything that needed catching in this story! You have a brilliant set of eyes!Īnd to my readers. Tremendous thanks to my husband who allowed me to disappear for nearly three straight weeks all to tell this story. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it or borrow it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people.
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