Grace had been discreetly watching Charles. She was glad to see he wasn't taken in by Victoria. Not that he would ever look twice at herself.
"What do you keep glancing at?" Constance asked, following Grace's gaze. She suddenly squeaked and turned away. "Hide me!"
"What's the matter?" Grace asked.
"Edmund Fitzhugh, the bane of my existence," she whined.
"Never fear, I'll protect you," Violet announced, pulling Constance behind her.
"I don't think he saw you," Grace said, then froze. "Oh, dear. They are headed this way." A moment later Grace stepped away, right into the path of Charles Lancaster.
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Grace
RomanceGrace is an outspoken young woman in 1890 who would rather take over her father's publishing company than find a husband, much to her mother's chagrin. When her unrequited love turns his attention on her will she give up her dream in order to be a r...
