Page 122 of The Counterfeit Lady

And she wouldn’t be Perpetua Fox at all. She laughed out loud.

Fox raised an eyebrow at her.

“You couldn’t tell me this before?” she asked.

The Vicar cleared his throat. “My lady?”

Perry signed and walked out on the arm of her husband to rousing applause and a shower of grain.

“Where shall we go now, wife?” he asked.

“Home, husband. Wherever that may be.”

She raised her chin and let him kiss her, for all of the world to see.

Kincaid metShaldon on the steps of the church and watched the newly married couple climb into their carriage and pull away.

“Well, then,” Shaldon said. “What news?”

Kincaid rubbed his jaw. “The painting is missing. And so is Lady Jane.”

The End

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