Page 63 of Enslaved to the Seduction of a Lady
“I miss my sister,” she said eventually, deciding on the safer option. “She was gone for so long and it seems we only had her back for two minutes before she was whisked away by her handsome husband.”
Fanny dipped the jug into water and poured it over Alison’s body, washing away the soap suds.
“She’s not too far away, My Lady,” Fanny said, her voice still sing-song and happy. “And besides, you’ll be whisked off by your own husband soon.”
“Hopefully,” Alison said, smiling to herself. She knew—of course she did—that Fanny referred to the Earl, but the only husband Alison would accept was Luke.
“Why don’t we get you dressed, then you can write to Lady Teresa and perhaps arrange a meeting tomorrow? You can take tea together. I know how much you like that.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Fanny. I could invite Lady Isabella, too,” Alison said, nodding enthusiastically. “You always seem to know how to cheer me up.”
She stood in the bath, water cascading from her body, and as she stepped out, Fanny wrapped her tightly in a linen towel.
“You’ve got all that cheer in you already, My Lady. You just need reminding now and then.”
