One year later

Fancy walked gingerly amidst the debris scattered over the ground. Erecting buildings was such a terribly messy business, although she did enjoy the scenery, especially when it was her husband walking about shouting orders, overseeing the construction. He’d taken a personal interest in ensuring all was done to her specifications. The building was a gift to her, would be a gift to a good many others. When finished, it would be a school where classes would be held for adults during the day and at night. Not only reading and writing would be taught, but other skills as well, skills that might lead to jobs with better working conditions.

She found it incredible when she thought of all that had transpired over the past few months. She and Matthew spent most of their time in London, occasionally visiting his country estate when he needed to check on matters. She loved the time spent at the estate but was always anxious to return to Town so she could pop into the bookshop easily to ensure that Marianne—now Mrs. Tittlefitz—was having no issues with the shop or customers. She was doing a splendid job of running things. Business was increasing, and they’d hired two additional staff members to assist her.

Fancy had hosted her first ball, and all had gone well. She was accepted by most of the aristocracy, in part due to her marriage to such a fine and respected earl. Lord Beresford had made it clear that he was at fault when it came to what transpired in the library. Lady Penelope’s friendship had also gone a long way to seeing her accepted. The woman she’d first judged as being flighty had turned out to be far more cunning than anyone gave her credit for.

Especially when it came to raising funds for charitable endeavors. She and Fancy had begun hosting readings—some done by the authors themselves, some by actors. The fee they collected from people who attended was used for the lending library or classes.

Matthew caught sight of her, scowled, and began trudging toward her. She did so love watching the way he moved.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not in your condition.”

With a smile, she ran her finger along his bristled jaw. “I still have two months yet before this little one is to arrive, and I was walking carefully.”

He sighed. “You are such a stubborn minx.”

“You love me for it.”

“I love you for a thousand reasons.”

He demonstrated his love every day, every night. She looked over at the building. “It’s coming along nicely.”

“They should be finished by the end of the month. You’ll want to start interviewing for your teachers and staff.”

“I’ve decided to hire someone to watch children while the mothers have lessons. I suspect there are many women who can’t come because they have little ones to look after.”