Her Sisters Were Presented to the Duke—But He Asked About the Daughter They Overlooked

Chapter 2

Six hours before the Duke of Thornbury crossed the Ashmoor threshold, Wren Ashby stood in her father’s study with her hands folded and her eyes on the carpet.

“Not beside your sisters,” Lord Ambrose said. “Behind.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Behind the table. Near the wall. Where you can reach the pot without crossing anyone’s sightline.”

“I understand.”