Chapter 13

This young woman, though…Her complexion remained pink and perfect, and for a moment he found himself lost in her beautiful eyes.

Tom brought himself back to the present, took the letter from her, and shook it out. She buried her face in her hands and continued weeping while he stroked her back as comfortingly as he could.

He ran his gaze over the cramped lines and gave a snort. George wrote in a neater hand than this.

My dear Olivia,

I fear I must say goodbye to you. Mother feels a connection between us would be inappropriate given our ages and social status, and quite frankly, I’ve come to believe she’s right. Mother knows best, don’t you think? We’re much too young to marry. I’ll always think of you fondly, and I wish all happiness to you.

Regretfully,

Barron Beauchamp, Esq.

Regretfully? The son of a bitch had the nerve to write a letter telling this beautiful woman he was jilting her, and sign it regretfully?

He must have made a disgusted sound.