“I have heard a rumour.”
Briony dutifully bowed her head, and hesitated before replying. ”Yes?”
Lady Neveu turned to face her daughter; and an unusual expression took her face and held it.
“That I will soon be addressing my daughter as her Grace, the Duchess of York.”
Briony blinked, twice. She contemplated the accuracy of this statement and raised the pink palm of her hand to her pink lips. “Is this true, Mama?”
“Yes.” Lady Neveu continued smiling. The chances of Briony finding a suitor had been slim.
Briony was still contemplating.
She folded her hands in her lap, again. Crossed under her seat were her slim ankles, she slid them as far back as possible. She counted the number of rose faces that surrounded the inglenook in the far corner of the vast drawing room. The number was still seventy-three, the same number it had been seventeen minutes ago. She twisted her thumb through her fingers as she spoke.
“He loves me?”
Her mother looked up sharply. She did not expect this.
“Yes, of course.”
Briony was about to frown; before she remembered whose company she was in. She breathed out through her nose heavily instead, but received the same glaring look from the Lady as she would have if she had frowned.
“I have only met him twice.”
Elizabeth Neveu’s eyebrows sank and her happy mood vanished. Her daughter asked too many questions.
She looked into her Briony’s eyes. “When one truly loves someone, one doesn't have to know them well to be sure, Briony. One feels it right away.”
>>>>>>> This is just the beginning of a story that follows an arranged marriage in Victorian times. I need a title for it aswell ! any suggestions? much apperciated :D.<<<<<<<<<<
That's some confusing beginning.
This is some good stuff.
Make a book, and I'll read it ;D
And honestly, I don't read alot of books..
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