Willow entered into the dining room with Violet in her arms. She was dressed in the pretty rose-colored dress that the Duke had bought for her in Villanova. It hung loosely from her shoulders, but she still looked like a princess. She offered Liam a small smile as she slipped back into her original seat. Just as they had done countless times before, she passed Violet into his waiting arms, and he held her and played with her while they took breakfast.
Willow picked over her food, but Liam was too happy to notice anything amiss at the table. She sipped at her mug of milk and watched quietly as Violet slapped at his face and babbled contentedly.
“The tailor will be here around noon,” he said, pulling his attention away from his daughter to speak to her.
She looked up in surprise.
