15
“Alex, sweetheart, you haven’t left the house in days,” Lady Rockford said as she entered the small sitting room that faced the street.
Alex was tucked up in the window seat, her slippered feet peeping out from her purple gown. Her cheek rested against the windowpane as she watched the street full of passing carriages and people. Life had gone on outside, just as she known it would, despite her own world crumbling down around her. Talk of her ruination had spread like wildfire the following day. Her mother and father had dealt with the flood of inquiries from friends and acquaintances as well as the withdrawal of invitations from dinners and balls. Their family had become social pariahs in less than a few days.
“Alex, are you listening to me?” Her mother came deeper into the room and
