The Wife Swap
As for Andreas, Ashton had told me that no one spoke of her because she had been a mistress of Alfred’s when Grace was alive, but she was also dead and her name was Maria.
A wave of pity washed over me for Andreas. To be the child born out of wedlock, the one whose mother was not recognized or accepted, it had to be a heavy burden to bear. Quickly, I plastered a smile on my face and rushed over to the empty seat between Annabel and Andreas, praying that the night went well even though a part of me suspected that if even Ashton, my brash sister, didn’t want to be around the Thornes, I was in for a ride.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart. This was it. My very first hu
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