“I already sent two on that errand, my love,” Percy said.
Sera could sense her sister soften at the endearment, which was so unlike her. Minta had always been practical. Even though their parents were still in love after many years of marriage, Minta had shared with Sera that she wasn’t interested in seeking love for herself. That she only wanted a man of good character who would provide well for her and give her children.
Things had certainly changed in the time the twins had been apart.
“Then we should return to the carriage,” Minta declared, taking charge of the situation as Sera was used to seeing occur. “Are you coming to tea with us?” she asked her aunt.
“I am afraid we can’t,” Aunt Phyllis said. “We committed to an event this afternoon. In fact, we should head to it now, else we will be late.”
“Then dinner?” Sera suggested.
“Yes, we can do that,” Uncle West said.
She said goodbye to her aunt and uncle and they parted. Minta pulled Sera along, chattering away. They arrived at a carriage so grand, she stopped in her tracks.
“This is yours?” she asked.
“I didn’t plan on wedding a marquess.” Her sister grinned. “But it does have its advantages.”
A footman placed stairs down and Percy immediately stepped up, taking his wife’s hand and helping her into the carriage. He did the same for Sera.
Inside, Minta said, “Sit there. I know how you dislike riding backward.”
She sat, her heart beginning to thump wildly again. If Minta sat across from her, that meant Percy would sit next to his wife.
And that would leave her sitting beside the Duke of Woodmont.