“Fine.” Mother paused in the doorway and turned to regard her daughter, a hint of disdain in her forced smile. “Do you have anyone in mind? Any prospects?”
Delilah straightened her shoulders. Her mother’s lack of faith in her hurt, but it also made her resolute. Her birthday was the twenty-first of July. She had just over a month to accomplish her goal. Her perhaps overly insanely lofty goal.
“Yes, in fact.” Delilah stood from her seat and met her mother’s stare with her own highly determined smile. “I intend to secure an offer from the Duke of Branville.”