The Heir's Secret Child: A Royal Scandal
Footmen crossed with stacked chairs from an earlier meeting, a pair of stable hands led a restless horse in circles, and maids passed in twos and threes, arms full of linens or baskets.
As she neared the servant entrance, voices drifted from the open doorway into the laundry yard—a familiar high, bright laugh riding over lower murmur.
Lucy again.
Isla slowed, then stopped just shy of the threshold. She could see them clearly: Lucy and two other maids.
“I’m telling you,” Lucy was saying, eyes wide with the delight of. “It wasn’t just that she left. Girls leave all the time. But this one…” She lowered her voice theatrically. The others leaned in. “This one had a very strong reason to leave.”