The Kissing Game
Chapter One
Allegra Nesbitt, only child of the Earl and Countess of Sunderland, lifted her
head and warily sniffed the breeze with her pert nose, rather like a
sprig-muslin gowned hound attempting to pick up a scent.
She'd been in the gardens for only a few minutes, but so far nothing seemed
wrong here. That was good, for James, the head gardener. The poor man had yet to
fully recover from the shock of finding that all his pink roses had, overnight,
become yellow roses (three undergardeners had pocketed a half crown apiece for
staying up the whole night long transplanting the bushes).
That had been a week ago. Seven full days, an unusually long time between pranks
for Oxie Nesbitt. He was due; he was overdue, and the entire household was
tiptoeing about on eggshells, waiting. Waiting.
Unless Allegra counted the most ridiculous joke Oxie had ever played, that being
the one that supposedly had them all adjourning to London for the Season.
She had to admit, he had been playing out that particular baited line for nearly
a month now, and showed no signs of letting it go, finding some other way to
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