“Like is much too tame of a word, my dear. It encapsulated everything I’ve been trying to get across in Lords, but with much more style. It’s all anyone can talk about tonight. One day on the public stage and you’ve already accomplished more for the fairer sex than I have through years of shouting down conservatives like old Riverton there. I’m surprised he didn’t have an apoplexy when he read it.”
“Do you really think it could sway public opinion?” asked Lizzie. “With all the criticism I’ve received, I was beginning to fear I miscalculated.”
“Don’t let Riverton dissuade you. He’s against all forms of progress and nearly all means of enjoyment. But I for one will not be denied. May I have this dance?”
“It would be my pleasure,” said Lizzie, as she swept past Riverton onto the dance floor.
He was left with just the slightest scent of freesia and the strong desire to stuff Stalford into the nearest fountain.
Table of Contents
NEVER A MISTRESS, NO LONGER A MAID
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To my mom.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE
Don’t miss the next installment in the Kellington family saga. Here’s a sneak peek at Lizzie’s story, coming in Fall 2011.
CHAPTER ONE