A laugh sounded, loud and authentic and decidedly more free than its Mayfair twin—Dahlia did not have to look to know it came from a widowed marchioness, laughing with the married baroness she’d loved since they were children. Later, they would take to an upstairs room and their mutual pleasure.
Yes, thank you Sarah. Now I just need a f/f romance to be at the center of one of your novels and I’ll be ecstatic.
