Thomasine's mind drifted through the endless droning. What dreadful life had the poor child had been forced to endure after Lord Roche's death? She knew Cinderella's father had been a brilliant man thanks to Faustine's inquiries. He was a scholar, his specialty on cartography. Though he showed an interest in Greek Mythology. Thomasine made a mental note to check the library for some of his writings.
From the corner of her eye she caught a familiar glimmer of sparkles and resisted the urge to smile. Faustine's wispy communications were quite amusing at times.
Also reassuring, as her presence ensured the carriage ride Thomasine had insisted the girls take must be going well.
Thomasine held back a sigh. Her task to occupy Lady Roche was proving extremely tedious. Someday she would be holding this over her son's noble head.
The thought lightened her mood.