The next morning, Eden drove to church after breakfast.

 Lady Abbotsbury's carriage followed hers. Her coachman had waited for the viscountess to pass before cracking his whip and setting the carriage in motion, leaving Eden quite surprised that Anna’s eldest son had so ostensibly given her precedence.

Would she ever understand aristocratic code of conduct? Another sedan lined up near the church at the same time as her own. 

The footman opened the door and Lucas stepped out, lifting his top hat.

“Hello, Cousin!”

“Hello, Lucas. I'm delighted to see you here. But isn't it a long way from home just to attend mass?”

Eden accepted the arm he held...