Vanessa's heart sank. She looked at Lady Reynolds, then at Mrs. Reynolds, feeling the weight of their allegiance to Phoebe. It was as though the room had become colder; the warm hues of the afternoon sun did little to comfort the chill settling in her chest.

Vanessa suppressed her displeasure and said with a smile, "Grandma, you look lovely in this dress. I know a master designer; I'll arrange for her to come and make an embroidery for you."@@novelbin@@

Lady Reynolds waved her hand, "Having someone come over for just that is too much trouble. Vanessa, I appreciate the thought, but let's not bother."

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