Beth was regretting it. Agreeing to the visit, she was regretting it. She had not agreed to it. She was forced into it, coaxed into it, emotionally blackmailed into it.
As he had promised, the Duke arrived at Rosethorn Hill at dawn, and without a moment to spare, her Aunt shoved them into the waiting carriage, bidding them farewell, telling them to enjoy the moments as they came. Gwen and Lucy were beyond themselves with joy, which irked Beth to the highest heavens. She wished they would stop for a moment and see how manipulative the Duke was.
