How much cruel could fate be?
How much more must they endure?!
Someone knocked carefully. Beth sent a lazy glance to the door. Anna slowly walked in, face turned to the floor making Beth feel sorry. "Your Grace, you have callers."
She was not in the mood. "Send them away. I do not wish to meet anyone."
"They insist. Explicitly stating they must meet with you."
"Who are they?"
"Lady Cossington and Lady Dumbray."
She blanched, tension roiling in her stomach. She could not stand a minute with the wicked ladies, not after her argument with Charles. She could have them sent to him.
"Where is Charles?"
"He rode out. I hear it still relates to his trip."
Beth suddenly became grim. Were they deteriorating back to the days he would leave and she would have no knowledge of his whereabouts? Had they taken that wrong turn again? If they had, she was the driver.
