Anastasia hadn’t mentioned Nora’s birthday to Harrison, and she certainly hadn’t planned on inviting him along.
Her husband’s time was precious—why should Nora have that kind of pull?
She figured she’d just let him know in passing right before she headed out.
But, as it turned out, Harrison found out anyway—because Penelope showed up at the house with a dress for her.
When one of the staff came to report that her stepsister was downstairs talking to Mr. Lancaster, Anastasia’s eyes narrowed. She set down what she was doing and headed downstairs at once.
She hadn’t forgotten what kind of thoughts Penelope harbored toward her husband.
Downstairs, Penelope was standing there, feigning shyness, holding out an invitation with both hands. “The birthday party’s in five days. My mother hopes you’ll come, Mr. Lancaster. I hope so, too.”
Harrison glanced at the invitation, making no move to take it.
Penelope took a step closer, her voice growing soft and timid. “Mr. Lancaster…”
She hadn’t even finished speaking when she suddenly tripped, lurching forward with a little cry, as if she were about to fall right into his arms.
Seeing that Harrison didn’t seem inclined to move out of the way, a flash of delight crossed Penelope’s eyes—she was all set to let herself “fall” into his embrace.
But—
“Ah!”
Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the collar from behind, yanking her upright so abruptly her eyes almost rolled back.
“Penelope, how do you even manage to trip on flat ground?” Anastasia’s voice was sweetly mocking. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to throw yourself at my husband.”
She pulled Penelope back firmly, her smile never reaching the icy chill in her eyes.
Penelope’s expression froze, but she quickly tried to cover her embarrassment. “Anastasia, what are you talking about? I just lost my balance for a second…”
Anastasia gave her a dismissive smile. “Sure.”
Harrison spoke up then, voice mild. “Your sister came to bring you a dress.”
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