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Lady Marina Ellis took a cautious step toward her father’s desk being careful to keep her eyes downcast though her head was high. He’d not summonsed her here for a warm chat. No, quite the opposite in fact. As it turned out, she’d created a colossal mess of things and he no doubt intended to make her pay for her transgressions.
She swallowed past the tightness in her throat as she drew nearer. She could not—would not—allow her nerves or regret to show past her carefully steeled exterior, for if she did, Father would destroy any dignity she still possessed. Drawing on every ounce of courage she possessed, Marina met his heated gaze. “Father.”
He narrowed his storm-filled green eyes, anger creasing his forehead and wrinkling the bridge of his nose as he glared at her. “Sit.”
She lowered herself into the high back chair across from father’s desk and folded her hands in her lap. Marina glanced at her mother standing off to the side of the office. Anger did not skew her features as it did fathers. Instead, a far worse emotion marred her tender face—grief. Marina’s heart squeezed at the knowledge she’d caused every bit of her mother’s sadness. She’d not thought of how her reckless actions might affect her family. A lapse in judgment she’d not make again.
Regret filled her, as did fear, but she had no-one other than herself to blame. Whatever the outcome of this meeting, she’d have to carry on and make the best of the situation.
Marina fought the urge to wiggle in her seat. She reminded herself to show no weakness for father would only feed on it. Banfeld had used her weakness, her naivety and trust, against her. Perhaps all men behaved in such a way. Was it possible that while ladies learned needlepoint, men learned how to manipulate? Heavens, she hoped not, though it certainly seemed that way.
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