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“If I ever have to look at another bonnet again, I’ll die.” Rosalind laughed as she exited the milliner’s shop.
Joanna yawned. “Agreed. I didn’t know there would be so many to try on.”
After spending two hours at various clothing establishments searching for gowns and other assortments of items needed for a trousseau, the Lennox House footman was laden with boxes piled so high he could barely see. Rosalind and Joanna couldn’t stop giggling each time the poor fellow bumped into something while they walked along the street.
Regina joined them, pulling on her gloves. “I believe we must have bought half the shops out.” She nodded to the footman. “Thank you, Jacob. We’re done for the day. I believe it’s time to return home.”
“Yes, I’m famished.” Joanna laid a hand on her stomach. “I mis
