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her youngest sister wasn’t going to have any problem adjusting to life in the Highlands, as long as the laird’s son was around.
    Grace placed her hand on Elizabeth’s arm. “Is everything all right?”
    When they reached the last step, Elizabeth stopped. “Can I ask something of you?”
    Grace nodded. “Kat, why don’t you go on ahead? We’ll catch up to you.” Grace smiled at Elizabeth. “What is it?”
    â€œDo you think I’m too young to wed?”
    â€œYes,” replied Grace without hesitation. “You’re fifteen and have your whole life ahead of you.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this, but why do you ask?”
    Elizabeth shrugged. “Ravenna didn’t wed until she was twenty-six. Granted, you’ll soon be nineteen when you wed Lord Casterbrook… Who do you think will be my guardian, Laird Sutherland or Uncle Walter?”
    â€œSince you’ll be staying with Ravenna, I’d have to say Laird Sutherland, but you know our sister will look after you. What are you worried about?”
    â€œWhen the time comes, do you think Ravenna and her husband will arrange a marriage for me with someone back in England, or do you think perhaps I’ll be wed to a man here in the Highlands?”
    Grace smirked. “I should hope not.”
    â€œWhy not?” Elizabeth suddenly couldn’t look Grace in the eye.
    â€œWhat’s the matter with you?”
    â€œNothing. I just… Now that you’ll be wed, I know I’m next. If Laird Sutherland wanted to arrange a marriage for me, I would like to say that I do think Laird Munro would be rather pleasing.”
    Grace couldn’t help it. Her jaw dropped. “Wait a moment. Laird Ian Munro? Are you telling me that you fancy Ruairi’s redheaded neighbor? The one who looks like some kind of unruly Scottish vagrant?”
    â€œShhh…lower your voice. I think he’s very handsome, and he doesn’t look like a vagrant.”
    â€œHe’s nearly twice your age.” Grace placed a patient hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. “When the time comes for you to wed, I’m sure you’ll find a more suitable mate than Laird Munro.” She looked around to make certain no one was near and then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Elizabeth, these Highland men lack comportment. Don’t you want to find a man from your own country who’s refined and doesn’t sport a kilt? Wouldn’t you rather wed someone who understood your beliefs and customs, someone like Daniel perhaps?”
    Elizabeth looked at Grace in surprise. “Like Daniel?”
    â€œThis is really not the best place to have this conversation. Why don’t you go and break your fast? I’ll be along shortly.”
    Grace watched Elizabeth walk away, and then she closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Her best decision yet was deciding to stay. Her sisters—well, one sister in particular—needed her guidance now more than ever. Ravenna may have fallen in love with a Highlander, but there was no way Grace would allow Elizabeth to be so foolish.
    After finally composing herself, Grace entered the great hall and tried to mask her discomfiture. Ruairi’s clan was already seated for the meal, and no remnants of the prior evening’s festivities were left to be seen. As she approached the dais, Grace noticed that Ravenna simply glowed. For a slight moment, Grace was envious of the love her sister had found with Ruairi. Although the man lived and breathed everything Scottish, his actions showed that he adored Ravenna as he placed an errant curl behind his wife’s ear and cast a warm smile.
    â€œNiece, come and sit beside us.”
    Uncle Walter and Daniel both stood upon her approach, but her steps slowed when she saw Fagan sitting at the other end of the table. He didn’t