![]() ![]() The viscount looked the same as when she had met him a year ago, with a too-large coat, unkempt hair, and large spectacles taking up half his face. ![]() "Yes, my lord?" Amelia struggled to keep the breathlessness from her voice. ![]() He was at the bottom of the stairs, looking confused as he turned circles in the hall, unsure of where she would appear. That he actually wanted to speak to her was somewhat thrilling.Īmelia jumped up with a grin and ran to the stairs as fast as her spindly eleven-year-old legs could go. He passed all his requests for her to be quieter through the butler. When Amelia had come to live with Lord Stanford a year ago on the very distant connection that Amelia's grandmother's sister's niece had been married to the viscount's deceased brother, he'd turned her over to the housekeeper and had very little to do with her since. ![]() The man's voice echoed up the stairs into the room Amelia and the housekeeper had turned into a combination office and playroom. "Don't worry, love." The woman put her quill on the desk before leaning over to kiss Amelia's head. She looked to the housekeeper, tears welling in her young eyes. Amelia Stalwood winced as the tower of fabric-wrapped wooden blocks crashed to the floor. ![]()
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