Two hundred fifty-one. Engagement

"Why did you have the servants spy on me?" Sara, who normally regarded her father with awe, took a deep breath and stared directly at her father, who looked much older than he did during the day.

Feeling the difference in his daughter, the Viscount fell silent for a moment, setting down the ledger in his hand, "If not for that, you would have already eloped with that poor boy."

Her father's answer confirmed the suspicions in Sara's heart, and the pain of betrayal by a close friend elicited a cold laugh from her, "A father actually spies on his own daughter... "