Laurel Tyminski

“Frank Churchill was waiting for her when she arrived. He had now been a convenient sixth with their party on multiple occasions, escorting Jane following the Campbells and Dixons, and it seemed so natural as he greeted them and slipped into place as they entered the hall. “Have a care, you are sparkling tonight,” he murmured under his breath. “Almost as if you had recently become engaged to the love of your life.”
Jane did not dare look at him as she smiled. If she did, the entire world would know their secret.”
― Jeanette Watts, My Dearest Miss Fairfax