Chapter 8
The following morning, Ella stepped out into the courtyard between the two gatehouses and blinked in surprise to find Phillip dressed and ready to leave. She’d thought perhaps after last night he wouldn’t come. Yet there he was, eyes glinting with amusement at her astonishment.
He looked dashing in buff trousers and an indigo waistcoat. A greatcoat hung around his shoulders, only adding to the handsome picture he presented. Beyond him a large traveling coach stood ready. Marcus and Cora were helping the driver secure several valises to the back of the coach. The morning sky was still a watery gray as the sun failed to penetrate the heavy snow clouds that had gathered above them.
Phillip greeted her with a smile as she reached him. “Good morning.”
She smiled back, but a sudden
