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can easily look up who has blue and green colors.” Meg sniffed the roses before strolling to the door.
    “That is a wonderful idea,” Sarah said as she followed Meg. “I hope some gentleman sends me flowers.”
    Her sister shared the family traits of dark hair and blue eyes, and, although they were considered an attractive family, Sarah resembled their grandmother Featherton and was truly beautiful. “When you come out, the house will be so full of flowers we’ll have to set them outside.”
    “I hope so.” She beamed. “If you need help searching, I can help.”
    Meg glanced at the clock. “Do you not have studies?”
    Her sister scrunched up her face. “German.”
    “You’d better get back to it.”
    Once she had attained the library, it was only a matter of minutes before she had a list of houses having blue and green as their colors. She had been correct. Only the earldom of Grantville, however, had a family member in Town of the right age to send her flowers. The flowers must have come from Lord Throughgood.
    Glancing at the book again, she tried to bring up a vision of Lord Throughgood. He was a good-looking enough man, albeit fairly nondescript. His light brown curls were cut fashionably, and his eyes hovered somewhere between blue and gray. She tried to imagine herself with him, when an image interfered, of raven-black hair and sultry brown eyes set above a classically straight Greek nose with a slight bump.
    No!
    Lord Hawksworth was not the type of gentleman she wished to wed. He was complicated, and roguish, and hiding something. Meg gave herself a shake. What she needed was an innocuous, if pudgy, gentleman who would not break her heart. Lord Throughgood would be perfect.
    She considered briefly walking to Amanda’s home to share her news, but thought better of it. During the whole of the past three Seasons, the only flowers Amanda had received were from her father and brothers. Meg did not know which was worse, having horrible suitors or having none at all. At least Amanda had never had to live through a broken heart. As soon as Meg was married, she would be in a better position to find a husband for her friend.
    “Do you know now who they’re from?”
    She had forgot her sister was still with her. “Yes. Lord Throughgood.”
    “Sarah, return to the schoolroom this moment.” Mama stood next to the open door, her arm pointing toward the corridor.
    “Yes, Mama.” Switching suddenly from a mature young lady to a schoolgirl, Sarah skipped out, grinning, and said, “I know who sent the flowers.”
    “There is a reason I have made all of you wait until you are eighteen to come out.” Mama shook her head and closed the door. “Well?”
    “I believe it was Lord Throughgood.” Meg placed the book carefully back on the shelf. “I based that on the livery colors.”
    “Who was it that told you the colors?” Her mother’s tone was only mildly curious.
    “The new footman, Jimmy. He said he saw the bouquet delivered.”
    “Did he indeed? That is interesting.” Before Meg could ask what was so out of the ordinary, Mama continued. “I received a visit from Mrs. Hiller today. She and Amanda have been invited to Lady Bellamny’s house party over Christmas. We received an invitation as well, but, as you know, I do not like to leave the younger children. However, Mrs. Hiller suggested that you be allowed to accompany them, and I agreed. Do you wish to attend?”
    Meg wondered who else was invited, but it really did not matter. She and Amanda always managed to have a good time together, and Lady Bellamny had been a family friend for more years than Meg had been alive. “I would love to.”
    “Good, it is settled then. We will leave Town in a few days. I suggest you finish any shopping you wish to do.” Mama moved to the shelf where Meg had placed their most recent copy of Debrett’s . “You may go now. Take the town coach. It looks like rain.”
    At first Meg wondered what her mother was