Almost three weeks later…
“Charlotte, you look dreamy,” Violette said to the maid standing behind her at the vanity, brushing her hair. Charlotte had worn the same expression on her face for nearly three weeks now. Definitely the signs of a young woman engaged in a romance. She should know, after having seen her own dreamy reflection every day since being with Charles and Ethan.
Charlotte gave her a shy smile, her eyes sparkling. “I’m sorry, miss. I don’t mean to be so distracted.”
“Don’t be silly. You have that look about you.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened. “What look, Miss?”
Violette smiled at her. “What’s his name?”
Charlotte hunched her shoulders, leaning in conspiratorially. “Ralph, miss.” A look of concern clouded her eyes. “But don’t worry, miss, I only see him on my days off,
