Chapter Twenty One

The heavy scent of medicinal herbs filled Anne's bedroom. She opened her eyes slowly, her head aching as if it was hit against the wall a million times. The first thing she saw was her mother's anxious face as she spoke in low tones to the family doctor.

"Mama," Anne called out, her voice weak and fragile.

Augusta immediately dismissed the doctor and rushed to her daughter's bedside. She sat down, her hand instantly going to Anne's forehead, smoothing back her hair with gentle strokes. "My sweet girl. How are you feeling?"

The doctor, seeing his services were no longer needed, quietly dropped off some calming medicines on a side table and saw himself out. 

The memory of the previous night—of Delia and the Duke walking away together—came rushing back to Anne, and fresh tears began to well in her eyes. She cried softly in her mother's comforting arms, sobbing uncontrollably.