“Oh, and do you happen to know where Miss Bridgerton might have gone off to? I noticed that breakfast has been cleared.” “Out, Sir Phillip,” the maid said. “With the children.” Phillip blinked in surprise. “She went out with Oliver and Amanda? Willingly?” The maid nodded. “That’s interesting.” He sighed, trying not to envision the scene. “I hope they don’t kill her.” The maid looked alarmed. “Sir Phillip?” “It was a joke.”
