Chapter Five
“Miss Isabella,” The Frenchman’s disarming grin tried to warm my sullen disposition, but I wasn’t about to be so easily swayed from my disagreeable mood. I had no reason to be. After all, I’d been robbed of my passion, estranged from my lover, and I was not going to give my uncle the satisfaction of seeing me happy, at least not for a long while. I resented every look that came my way from Uncle Andrew; he was clearly monitoring my behavior. He knew his furtive glances annoyed me, but he obviously didn’t trust me after having caught me naked in William’s cabin.
I’m not sure what he thought I could do, now captive in my home and thrust constantly into the company of the terminally boring. He arranged all sorts of parties for me, and made certain I was invited to every social
