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Virginia Elizabeth, 10th Countess Alcott

1922-1959

Dowager 1959-1963

I looked to David’s.

Edward “David” Frederick Thomas, Earl Alcott

1918-1959

Dpsd. 1959-1960

Dpsd? What did that mean?

I moved to another painting of an earl.

There was also the Dpsd. note.

Dpsd as in deposed?

I continued on.

All of them had the same, either Dpsd. or Dowager.

Except Thomas and Joan and the ones before them.

Good Lord, did Thomas’s shenanigans lead to the covenant that ousted the earl at thirty-eight?

And how were there two 10th countesses?

Who was Joan? And how was she countess at the same time David was earl? From her portrait, she unquestionably was not his mother.

I jumped and twirled when I heard a throat cleared.

Brittany was standing there.

She didn’t give me the creeps like Laura did, but she was certainly a cold fish.

“Lord Alcott requests you to attend him in the Dogwood Suite,” she announced.

The Dogwood Suite?

“The actual lord,” she finished.

The…?

Richard?

Richard was asking me to his bedroom?

“Why?” I queried suspiciously.

“I’d hardly know,” she replied. “Do you need me to show you the way?”

I didn’t. I knew it.

But something about her pushed me to be catty.

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