Scandal's Daughters

Epilogue

And so it had come to pass that one of the sisters Drake had wed and wed well. Of course, all the young ladies were pleased for Felicity.

The next morning, after what would surely become known as the infamous ball, The Scandalous Daughters Society met in Lady Melbourne’s morning room with tea and muffins.

The four remaining sisters sat and eyed each other as they realized that Felicity was no longer a member of their little club. Oh, she’d provide assistance and advice, but she was no longer simply a daughter. . . She was a wife, that thing necessary to almost any young woman who required a place in society as she aged.

Marianne grinned and quipped, “So who’s next for the noose?”

Georgiana laughed. “Oh, it shall be me! I have a plan to snag Lord Kendrick riding tomorrow morning!”

Gus sighed. “Not me. I shall be the last woman standing, I swear. Perhaps, I’ll be lucky and not need to wed at all.

Penelope rolled her eyes. “I do not see you as an old spinster, Gus.”

“Old spinster?” Gus protested. “Never. I shall be very grand, don’t you know, when I’m old.”

Penelope winked, “Oh, I think we all shall be. I can’t imagine any of us sitting in a quiet corner.”

“I saw you in a quiet corner with a man! Lord Worth!” teased George.

Penelope tsked. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, but she did,” drawled Lady Melbourne as she sauntered in, a note in her hand. “But never fear, my dear, I’ve just received an invitation for a house party at Lord Worth’s estate. I wonder why that is?”

Penelope blushed but made no reply.

Yet, as Lady Melbourne gave a sly smile and waved the note, one thing was very clear, the adventures of The Scandalous Daughters Society had only just begun.

The End

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