Five years later…
Five years later…Five years later…The Christmas Eve balls at Castleton Hall had become legendary. The best of London society and all the local villagers mingled on the dance floor. Matilda had flourished as the new Countess of Castleton, and the tall, dark-haired gentleman at her side had eyes only for her. In the last five years, Arthur had proven that at least some rakes could be reformed into better husbands.
someTired of dancing, Florence pulled her husband, Dr. Andrew Danvers, out of the ballroom and into a secret alcove. Nestled behind a tall potted plant, she kissed the man who had stolen her heart, the doctor who had seen to her care when she and Matilda had first come to stay at Castleton Hall. She told him she wanted to check on the children.
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