“Yes, I would be delighted,” Mia said.
“Excellent. I look forward to it,” Easton said. “Have you enjoyed your summer, Miss Mia?”
“I have, and I’ve even learned how to ride.”
“You have? Well now, that’s quite an accomplishment.”
“It was Lady Kathryn who helped me get over my fear of horses.”
“My sister has many talents,” Easton said.
“Mr. Wallings and Miss Parker will be here shortly,” Jacob said. “Care to join me in my study until they arrive, Easton?”
“Of course,” said, bowing to the ladies as he followed Jacob out of the room.
“I shall return in a moment,” Mia said, leaving as well.
“Is Mia well?” Kathryn asked. “She looks quite flushed.”
Audrey shrugged. “Perhaps it’s your handsome brother’s attention that has brought color to her cheeks.”
“I did notice that his gaze lingered for a few moments longer than necessary.”
“Doesn’t matter at the moment. Mia will not have her debut for two more years. I’m sure Lord Easton’s interest will be elsewhere by then.”
Kathryn wondered about that. Her brother didn’t seem in any hurry to marry. She would like nothing better than if he and Mia actually did fall in love when she had her Season. “Perhaps.”
“Are you looking forward to seeing your parents tomorrow?”
Kathryn sighed. “Yes and no. Easton actually witnessed Mr. Clifford’s proposal earlier.”
“He did?”
“Yes, I was talking with Mr. Clifford, and I confessed my feelings to him, and he did the same before bending the knee and proposing. Easton said he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop and then told me he’d help convince Papa to let us marry.”
“Dearest, I’m so proud of you for confessing your feelings.”
Kathryn nodded. “I never thought I could ever be brave.”
“Wait. You said Mr. Clifford proposed already?”
“Yes.”
“How wonderful. You’re engaged,” Audrey said, squeezing Kathryn’s hands.
“Not exactly wonderful yet.”
“Dearest, you must have hope. Will you confide in your mother before you approach your father?”
“I’m not sure. Do you think it’s a good idea? If she’s opposed as well, then there’s no hope that my father will agree to the match.”
“You won’t know that unless you speak with her. I believe you should try. Your mother only wants the best for you. Would you like me to be with you when you broach the subject with her?”
“No. This is something I must do on my own.”
Easton followed Fletcher downthe hall and into his study.
“Care for something stronger than tea?” Fletcher asked.