“Your families are . . . quite close,” she settled for, recalling the easy familiarity between the Duke of Wilkinson and Robert in the midst of the Lord and Lady Drake’s ball. “Our families.” Helena looked blankly at her. “Well, it is just, you said ‘your’ families, and this is your family too, Helena. So ‘our’ families.” At that beautiful gesture, tears misted her vision. She blinked them back. Why could all these people not be the same nasty beasts as the Duchess of Wilkinson?
I hope Diana finds love with a rich husband
