“Though I dare not expect it to happen always,” Samantha replied saucily.
“Minx,” he teased in return.
“I do believe that is my cue to leave,” Grace replied, standing from the table. “If we’re to attend Almack’s today, then I best practice holding my peace, my curtsey, and all the other things I’m so very ill at performing.” She rolled her eyes.
Samantha gave her a scolding look, but it was softened with a smile. “You’ll do just fine.”
Grace was just passing through the door when she turned slightly to reply. “As you said, it could be worse. I may achieve that today. We shall see.” Grace grinned and walked away.
In spite of the fact that there was a serious amount of truth in the statement, she rather felt lighter. Because it could always be worse.
She could have Lord Sterling’s past.
That was most certainly worse.
