This Christmas
promises may deceive, but love could be the miracle they never expected.
“I witnessed Mr. Sanford and Miss Wakefield in
the hotel dining room, with their heads together. They were leaning into each
other and whispering!” Lydia said, jamming her gloves into her clutch purse.
“Larry and Clara? Are you sure?” Kit looked away,
struggling to hold in the chuckle about to surface. Larry was a grown man, and
Clara could always take care of herself, he was positive whatever Lydia was
implying was a misconception.
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course, I’m sure!” Lydia
stammered. “In proper society that wouldn’t be allowed. Not without an escort
for Miss Wakefield anyway.”
“Hmm, given that it was Larry and Clara you saw,
I’m sure that it is quite innocent.” Kit averted looking at her accusing gaze
and topped off his coffee. “I can’t imagine why they would be sitting that
close to one another since they’ve only just met.”
“You mean you’re not going to do anything about
it? You’re not going to talk to Mr. Sanford?” Lydia gasped, her hand at her
throat in shock.