“Papa, I am not going!”
“You agreed. I did not!”
“I am your father.”
“Will you at least come with me?”
“I am your daughter!”
Amelia looked at her father, aghast. How in the world does she respond to that? ‘I know’? All this time his head had been down, reading his papers, writing his letters, anything but sparing her a glance.
But she is Amelia Alexandria Weston, the only daughter of Nicholas Edgar Weston, Duke of Marlborough. This Amelia does not give up so easily.
She took a deep breath, ready to argue again.
“Go pack. Now.”
She exhaled into a long, defeated sigh. How did she forget? The Duke of Marlborough was notorious for being a stubborn old cow. Once