“Yes, I suppose so,” Rosamund said, tone amused but brow furrowed at the board, finding herself now rather stumped.
She stared and stared and eventually met Mr. Ainsworth’s eyes, rueful. She moved her piece, aware enough that the board spelled defeat. “I think you may have me defeated,” she conceded, not without a good-humoured chuckle. “Perhaps I am cursed at chess, after all.”
She stared and stared and eventually met Mr. Ainsworth’s eyes, rueful. She moved her piece, aware enough that the board spelled defeat. “I think you may have me defeated,” she conceded, not without a good-humoured chuckle. “Perhaps I am cursed at chess, after all.”
