Which in itself should disprove the validity of the claim, and yet… In the end, all the ladies had found love. They’d sworn the trinket would lead them to the heart of a duke. The pendant had been fashioned as a kind of talisman by Aldora and her four friends. For the better part of a fortnight, she’d tried to convince Anne of the foolishness in hunting around for the small heart pendant their sister Aldora had once worn around her neck.

Katherine fell into step beside her sister. Now, we merely need to find the vendor, and…” She prattled on, and continued tugging Katherine along. I have it on good authority the gypsy woman passed along the pendant to a vendor who would be at the fair upon the Thames River.” She looked pointedly at Katherine. She shoved it back and glared at Katherine. Her sister, spun around so fast the bonnet atop her golden crop of curls tipped over her brow. Her breath stirred a puff of white, cold winter air. “It is not here, Anne,” Katherine said gently. After all, that is what you did when you were a sister, a twin sister, no less.

And yet, for all the years of bad decisions, she continued to follow along with her sister’s madcap schemes. Only Katherine, however, seemed to realize Anne had proven a rather poor influence over the years.

Lady Katherine Adamson discovered very early on that all bad ideas began with her twin sister.įar too many erroneously assumed because Katherine was a whole six minutes and seventeen seconds younger than her sister, that she must aspire to the model of ladylike decorum and beauty as evinced by her twin.

For love of the duke christi caldwell