“Oh yes, of course! Miss Stevens, it is so nice to meet you,” Gemma greeted with genuine warmth. Mayhap the woman was nice once a person got better acquainted with her. Then again, perhaps not. Gemma bit her lip to hide her frown.
The other woman smiled, but it wasn’t exactly a friendly expression when it was displayed on her face. There was something almost vicious in the feral glint of the woman’s dark eyes and her smile revealed teeth that smiled seemed gritted together as though in great displeasure. There was no way that Gemma would be able to keep from picturing that rat in the garden when she saw this woman.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Haverford,” Arabella replied, her rosebud lips pinched into a little simper.
Rattish eyes and teeth aside, Gemma had to admit Arabella was
