#comfortwrites

[readingisloving]

Ongoing

“You are both wrong.” It’s out of her mouth before she can control it, and even though her back is to them she can feel the heat of their eyes as they direct their attention toward her. Two pairs of eyes boring into the back of her skull. “Pardon me, Miss Featherington?” *** Penelope Featherington, seated just one row in front of the Sharmas at the horse races, speaks up. Suddenly she's a whole new enigma, one Anthony Bridgerton is itching to unravel.