CHAPTER THREE"I am seriously displeased with you," Papa raged. "That a daughter of mine could display such rudeness, could show me up in front of everyone – how dare you leave without a word to me!"
"I left a message to say I'd gone home early, Papa," Rona said wearily.
If only her parents would leave her in peace. She had fled Westminster House, desperate to be alone and come home to bed. But then she had lain awake, listening for their return, knowing they would come straight to see her.
"How do you think it looked, leaving your fiancé alone like that?" her mother demanded.
"Mama, please don't call him my fiancé. I will not marry Lord Robert."
"You'll do as I say, my girl," her father snapped.
"He cares as little for me as I for him. He only wants your money. I heard him say so ton
