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“As do I.” He smiled. “You will love Greece. It is one of my favorite destinations. The people there are wonderful, and everything is so different. It will surprise you at first, but I know you will adjust quickly.”
“Of course I will. I enjoy change, it would seem.”
Leonard chuckled.
After their meal, they shared a drink and then retired for bed early. Cecilia followed him as she did every night, entering his bedchambers and lying beside him in the dark and smiling about how blissfully happy she was.
She would have been happy with Leonard anywhere, but she was even happier that they would spend time together in such a beautiful place.
She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of beautiful buildings and flowers.
All the while, his heart beat steadily beneath her cheek.
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CHAPTER 1
“Pass the marmalade, would you dear?”
Diana Brandon reached across the breakfast table. Her movements were as automatic as breathing. The morning light streaming in through the tall windows caught the amber preserve in its crystal jar, casting tiny rainbows across the white tablecloth. She had been watching those dancing colors when her mother’s voice cut through the gentle clatter of china.
“Diana, darling, do pay attention when you’re spoken to.”
“Yes, Mama.” Diana straightened, conscious of her habitual slouching. Across the table, Jane caught her eye with a sympathetic smile. Twin intuition recognized maternal correction.
Lady Brandon set down her teacup with the precise ‘click’ that always preceded important announcements. “Your father and I have something of great significance to discuss with you all this morning.”
The words themselves were unremarkable, but something in their mother’s tone made all four sisters glance up. Lydia folded her hands with unconscious grace, Marian raised one dark eyebrow, and Jane’s fingers tightened around her teacup, while Diana felt her stomach flutter uncertainly.
The sisters had gathered for their monthly breakfast – a cherished new tradition that they’d maintained despite their marriages, with their husbands understanding that some conversation were meant for Brandon women alone. Richard had tended to parliamentary matters, Nicholas was tending to business at White’s club, and Elias had taken young Peter riding, leaving the morning free for sisterly confidences.
Lord Brandon cleared his throat from behind his newspaper. “Yes, well. Quite significant indeed.”
“Silas,” Lady Brandon’s voice carried command perfected over twenty-six years of marriage. “Perhaps you might join the conversation properly?”
Diana watched as her father sighed reluctantly and folded his newspaper. His weathered face bore the expression of a man who would rather be doing anything else but knew better than to cross his wife.
