"A falling out between our families won't do either of them any good," Rosalind Lowell muttered to herself, then looked at her. "So, is your pregnancy just a front?"
"It's real. Like I said, you have to get my brother-in-law to arrange the marriage for me."
"Have you ever considered that Don Lowell might not want to marry you? Even if you do manage to marry him, do you think you'll be happy?"
Rosalind Lowell listened, feeling nothing but exhaustion. Everything was a tangled mess, and she was still completely in the dark. She had no way to solve any of it.
...
Meanwhile, Alaric Davenport was in the middle of important business when he got a call from home. Hearing that Rosalind Lowell had secretly gone to the Lowell Family's estate all by herself gave him a headache.
He had specifically told her not to go, but she'd gone anyway. And as if that wasn't enough, she hadn't taken a driver—she'd driven herself.
She was pregnant, yet she actually got behind the wheel herself.
