“Do you really want to? I know Lord Ashmond is an unmitigated arse, but Lord Montson seems sweet enough, and he does like you very much.” “I know,” Beth repeats. Gwen swallows hard as Beth raises their hands for Meredith to see. “But Lord Montson isn’t who I’d like to spend my life with. And my mother will be miserable, much as she keeps insisting it’s best for us both.” “Oh,” Meredith says softly before glancing around the tent again.
