“And who the devil is he marrying?” Margaret muttered under her breath. “Couldn’t he have seen fit to tell me that?”
As best as she could guess, there were three likely candidates, and she wasn’t looking forward to welcoming any of them into the Pennypacker family. Annabel Fornby was a hideous snob, Camilla Ferrige had no sense of humor, and Penelope Fitch was dumb as a post. Margaret had once heard Penelope recite the alphabet and leave out the J and Q.