Page 25 of A Loving Governess in Disguise

The first light of dawn spilled across the gardens of the Cambridge estate, setting the dew-touched tulips alight with soft, golden fire. The once-small garden that had hosted Edward’s proposal had grown significantly in the years since. Tulips still reigned in neat rows, but now they mingled with pale pink roses, bluebells, and forget-me-nots that had been carefully planted by Euterpe herself—well, with a fair amount of assistance from Ella.

From an upstairs window, the Duchess of Cambridge, formerly Euterpe Cheslyn, watched the sunlight chase away the shadows with a soft smile on her lips. A small figure darted across the lawn below, basket swinging in hand, dark curls bouncing in rhythm with her steps. Ella.