She must make a decision. . .
Best Historical Romance
"I've been most patient and indulged your whims long enough, my lady," Juliana's father said, before piercing her with a no-nonsense gaze. "But I've given you my word, and I'm honor bound to stand by it. Your brother, Roger, has placed one suit before you." He nodded toward Rhys. "And my lord of Adington brings another. As I promised, my lady, the choice of husband is yours. So which of the two is it to be?"
Heat rushed to Juliana's face at the same time words to correct his faulty memory leapt to her impertinent mouth. To one day stand before him and suffer untold coercion to choose between the lesser of two evils wasn't exactly what he'd promised.
She bit her tongue. Judging from the hardness of his weathered features, he'd not tolerate any insolence.
Instead, she licked parched lips. Her father expected an answer.
And he expected one now.