In the Shadow of Lakecrest

by Elizabeth Blackwell

Self-confidence was the only advantage I had.

I took a gulp of wine and felt the tart warmth expand through my chest, surprised to find myself feeling sorry for this man who had everything but happiness.

Hours of being charming had tired me out, and my cheeks were uncomfortably flushed.

Matthew didn’t know. He thought he was my first. And when I whispered that I loved him, he believed me. The

“Matthew, why don’t you show Kate to the buffet?” She gave me what would have looked like a friendly smile to anyone who couldn’t see the coldness in her eyes. “You look as if you enjoy a good meal. Marjorie and her friends are so keen on staying slender, it’s a novelty to see a girl with meat on her bones. If you’ll excuse me . . .”

The horrible truth was that Hannah was right, that I was lying when I said I had no ulterior motives.

If that mother-in-law makes you miserable, call me up and complain, and I’ll listen for hours. All right?” I never would have said I loved Blanche before that moment, but I did, just then.

I watched a few hands of cards, trying to look interested. If only I could pick up a book instead.

Honestly. You’d think a book about lunatics would be a little more fun.

Despite my aching back and swollen legs, standing up for myself made me feel better than I had in weeks.