Rosamund
Dora's mouth snapped shut. She stared at the floor, her hands trembling at her sides, and I could see it — the words still trapped in her mouth. She had been about to say something else, something Mrs Harlow hadn't wanted me to hear.
"Ended how?" I asked, looking directly at Mrs Harlow. "Are you trying to tell me that the Duke never planned a wedding ceremony for any of his former fiancées?"
"I couldn't speak to the specifics, my lady. I only manage the household." Her face was smooth, pleasant and completely blank. "But to the best of my knowledge, a wedding ceremony has never happened. Perhaps, you should ask His Grace's private secretary; she might have answers."
"I already did, and she made it clear that she's organised the ceremonies of the other ladies." I drew in a deep sigh. "Fine, did she organise something else that wasn't wedding-related?"
