Have Yourself a Merry Little Secret by Tamara Gill (Have Yourself a Merry Little… Book 2) EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Tamara Gill and Collette Cameron
- Genre: British Historical Literature, Historical European Fiction, Historical Regency Fiction
- Publish Date: 8 October 2020
- Size: 6 MB
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Bathhurst Hotel and Spa
Bath, Somerset, England
November 15, 1810
Justina Farthington laughed as she and her widowed aunt, Emily Grenville,
tried in vain to dodge the large, soggy snowflakes sifting from the pewter
gray sky with the rambunctious abandon of a litter of kittens playing in a sack
of spilled flour. The pathway to the hotel wasn’t long, but the snow made
walking difficult.
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“It’s a good thing we didn’t plan on reaching home today,” Justina said,
tilting her head to better study the ominous sky. A plump snowflake plopped
onto her chin, and she laughed again. Grateful for her warm leather gloves,
she swiped the moisture away. “We’d never have made it to Bristol in this
weather.”
“In all of my years, I have never known it to snow this heavily in
Somerset in November,” Aunt Emily declared, clutching Justina’s hand for
balance.
A good five inches of snow had already accumulated. Though it was
scarcely an hour past one in the afternoon, steel gray blanketed the town so
popular with the upper ten thousand, giving the appearance of early twilight.
The pouting sky showed no signs of relenting in its unrepentant white
onslaught upon the earth either.
Surely snow in Somerset wasn’t so scarce.
“Yes, all thirty of them,” Justina remarked dryly while concentrating on
keeping snow from sneaking into her half-boots. “And because you’re so
well-traveled.”
“Hush, Justina Madalene Honoria Farthington. Really. Reminding me of
my advanced age and that I’m on the shelf is beyond the pale,” Emily huffed
good-naturedly, even as a frown puckered her brow.
Oh, my heavens. Auntie used my full name. She is in a fine fettle, then.
“Lest you forget, I am widowed and a decade your senior. And, I’ll
remind you, dear niece, that I have seen much more of this often-unforgiving
world than you.”
“Of course,” Justina murmured demurely.
Aunt Emily wasn’t done, however.
“You know full well I accompanied my brother on his diplomatic jaunts
for several years. It simply does not snow several inches before Christmastide
in our part of the world.”
A touch of genuine concern had leeched into her usually tranquil tones.
Was her aunt worried they’d be stranded here?
What did it matter?
Their finances, though not abundant, were sufficient to accommodate an
extended stay. No one except two doddering servants, well past their prime,
awaited them at home in Bristol. And the Sutcliffes’ Christmastide house
party didn’t begin until the twenty-second of December—a full month away.
In point of fact, Justina and her aunt were invited to come a few days
prior. Nonetheless, they could while away for a fortnight in Bath, and no one
would be the wiser, much less worried or concerned.
A grin played around the edges of Justina’s mouth.
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