A day later, Daisy rose early in the morning for grocery shopping. She liked to go to the market before it was crowded, but she often didn't find time to do so. Katherine and her daughters had calmed down since they returned from Lord Blackthorne's home a few days ago. If only they knew she wasn't planning to marry the Marquess.
Daisy had been thinking about how she could make him lose interest without being obvious, but there wasn't much she could think of. She wasn't good at acting, so if she was to plan something, it had to be partially true so she could be convincing.
What nasty habits did she have? Her mind spun, as she made her way through the quiet streets of the village, her basket swinging gently by her side. The air was brittle, and the soft orange hues of the morning sky provided a serene backdrop for her morning errands and thoughts.
