Compromising Miss Milton. Michelle Styles

      ‘In your best handwriting, Nella.’

      ‘And what do I have to write?’ Nella gave a winning smile. ‘How much I love my governess?’

      ‘Telling tales leads to mischief. It will give you something to do rather than sitting here, feeling sorry for yourself. Remember I am still your governess.’

      Nella’s lips curved upwards. ‘I will do that.’

      Daisy resisted the urge to smile back or show any sign of softening. Without discipline, Nella would not learn. And that was what she was here for—to be a governess and not to be anything else at all.