Deduction – A Regency Romance:
…“This has nothing to do with novels.”
Harriet sighed and rubbed her temples. “The books don’t help any. You’re getting worse. Perhaps it’s the busyness of London. I don’t know. But you have to control your imagination. Stay out of other people’s business. You have no right to say things about other people, and you have no right to try and change them.”
Molly’s stomach ached at the serious tone to her mother’s words, because she knew without a doubt, that Harriet Taylor meant every one of them.
“You will practice your music today until it is time for you to leave for your appointment with the modiste. If we were not here to find you a suitable match, I would ship you directly home. I expect you to act like a lady in the public eye.” Harriet reached over the table, taking Molly’s hand. “No man will want you for your overactive imagination.”
“I just want to help people.” Molly pulled her hand away.
“Then help me, by finding yourself a good man.”
By good, Harriet meant wealthy. But if Molly could have her choice, she’d marry a poor man who loved her for all facets of her personality. Even—especially—the undesirable ones…
Darcy Branwyn 
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