CHAPTER TWOTwo days later the London Gazette arrived in the post at Priory Park. Lord Shelford always read the paper at breakfast and commented on its contents to his daughter.
In the absence of her father, Davina opened the paper and spread it out on the table to read herself.
She was taking a spoonful of bramble jelly for her toast when her hand stopped in mid-air. An announcement had caught her eye.
Mr. Felix Boyer to wed the daughter of the Duke of Scrimpton. Splat! The jam dropped from its spoon and landed on the word ‘wed’. She had barely been out of London for two weeks and Felix had found someone else.
All her father’s hints of Felix’s unworthiness as a suitor flooded Davina’s mind and she suddenly felt very foolish.
How could she ever have imagined that she could compete with
