The two men stared at the blossoms until Adorna rescued them. At any rate, Milford, a woman with Celeste's gifts will make an admirable addition to the Distinguished Academy of Governesses. The willow rustled violently. Eyes narrowed, Throckmorton glanced behind him. Rising, he strolled around to lean against a low-hanging branch.
Most girls are at seventeen.
Adorna watched him while she mused that Celeste would, with a little coaching, add luster to the reputation of the Distinguished Academy of Governesses. Most of the ton were waiting for Adorna to fail so they might chuckle at her folly in buying such a business. Indeed, Adorna's own dear, pompous husband had been less than understanding about her desire to fill her days with something more than gossip and needlework. Her eyes narrowed as she considered the strong language Lord Bucknell had used to describe her purchase. She would prove all of them wrong, most especially Lord Bucknell, and young Celeste would help her do so.