Chapter Seven
Lizzie arrived in a bright yellow post-chaise drawn by four horses. “Oh, Kate!” she cried, as they embraced. “I had the most fabulous journey! I wish you could have been with me. There was so much to see!”
Kate laughed.
Lizzie laughed back at her, her eyes bright and excited. “Thank you for inviting me,” she said.
Kate clasped her friend’s hands. “Thank you for coming.” She wished that James was here. Lizzie’s gown became her beautifully, even though it was old and made over. The muslin was rose-colored, the perfect complement to her dark eyes and ringlets, and if James saw her now, with her flushed cheeks and laughing mouth and shining eyes, how could he fail to fall in love with her? But unfortunately James had ridden over to the Home Farm with Harry to view some improv
