![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Real highwayman were neither devilishly charming nor roguishly handsome. Her seventeenth birthday passed without any pricking of fingers.Īt twenty-one, life forced a difficult truth on her somewhere on the road between Maidstone and Rochester. No ugly-duckling-turned-swan here, either. Izzy told herself she’d grow into her largish nose and that her frizzled hair would eventually tame itself. Everyone knew that Cinderella had to scrub the floors before she could win the handsome prince.īy time she turned fifteen, their finances had improved, thanks to Papa’s writing success. When Papa overspent their income, and the maid was dismissed, she told herself the drudgery would pay off someday. The heroines in fairy stories were always motherless. Once she’d grown old enough to understand her mother’s death, Izzy had consoled herself with the idea that this was all part of her epic tale. And for as long as she could remember, Izzy had been waiting-with dwindling faith and increasing impatience-for that part of her life to begin. Swooning, star-crossed, legendary romance. Friendless.īecause the name Isolde Ophelia Goodnight also suggested romance. Izzy could look at her situation and see just that. The name Isolde Ophelia Goodnight did rather spell a life of tragedy. ![]()
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