Here a snippet of The Viscount’s Vow I’ve not posted before.
A peculiar expression crossed the dowager’s thin face. For the first time, she glanced in Vangie’s direction. The dowager stiffened, and her eyes narrowed with unconcealed antagonism.
“What is she doing here?”
The contempt in her voice took Vangie aback. For once, she was certain she’d have no problem remembering a name.
Lucinda. Lucifer.
The footmen entered, each encumbered with armfuls of luggage, further adding to the commotion in the entryway.
Ian reached for Vangie’s elbow, then drew her to his side.
“Lucinda, it’s my immense pleasure to introduce my wife to you.”
The dowager sucked in a sharp breath, her hand flying to cover her heart. “Your what?”
She impaled Vangie with a hostile glare. “Surely you’re not serious,” she exclaimed, enunciating each word with haughty anger.
This wasn’t going well. Did his stepmother have hopes Ian would marry someone else? The thought didn’t settle well with Vangie. A sickening knot twisted in her belly. She hadn’t considered the possibility. Were Ian’s affections engaged elsewhere?
A sly look crept across the dowager’s plain features. “Ah, is this part of the . . . plan?”
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Lucinda, The Dowager Warrick, makes me think of the cable program, Bridezillas. Only instead of the bride being the horror, in The Viscount’s Vow, it’s the mother-in-law.
So, was anyone less than enthusiastic about your marriage, or do you know anyone who got married despite their family’s objections?
