“How so?” the viscount asked, his smile wide, clearly enjoying the conversation. A swell of pride hit Grace, and she smiled at the irony of it. Hadn’t she just mentioned that being proud of something didn’t mean it was the best available? That was certainly the truth. She was proud of her conversation, but it most certainly had room for improvement!
“You’re amused,” Lord Sterling commented.
When Grace shared her irony, he grinned, then the grin gave way to laughter.
When she turned from Lord Sterling, she saw that the viscount’s expression was somewhat astounded as he watched his friend. Grace wasn’t sure how to interpret such a reaction, but decided it wasn’t a bad one. She glanced to Samantha then, and upon seeing her approving smile, the first swells of hope danced through Grace.
She could do this.
She would do this.
London, look out . . . ready or not, Miss Iris Grace Morgan was about to make her mark.
For better.
Or worse.
