“A man like Lord Thorncroft will not remain unattached for long,” came a whispered remark. “Feud or not, many would gladly overlook such matters for his fortune. But Miss Barrington? To be seen entertaining him? Has she forgotten her late father’s honour entirely?” Eleanor rose abruptly, her cheeks burning. With her chin high, she fled to the gardens, desperate to escape their judgement.
 
Tastes Like: Golden lemon curd on buttery scones, sweet apples, and orange zest, kissed by the afternoon breeze