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WALLFLOWER
A HISTORICAL REGENCY ROMANCE
TIFFANY BATON
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
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London, England
“Emily?”
“There you are! I told you she would be here,” Grace said
with a laugh as she advanced across the room toward Emily.
“How did you find me?” Emily asked, doing her best to put
down the book on a nearby table without her family seeing
what book it was.
“You think I do not know you by now?” Grace said good
naturedly. “I love you, dear sister, but you would often have
a conversation with a character in a book than us, would you
not?”
“Knowing me, I will fall flat on my face when I step into the
ballroom,” Emily’s words made both women laugh beside
her.
Emily felt herself being pushed into the chair in front of the
vanity table, but her mother’s words made her cast her eyes
downward, unwilling to meet her own reflection. Charity was
right, in many ways. The Earl of Dowding’s family had a long
tradition of producing beautiful children going back
generations, and Emily’s siblings were no exception.
Emily tried to smile, but it did not last long. She knew the
truth of the matter. Tonight, she would be a disappointment
to her beautiful family.
Once more, she could not bring herself to lift her eyes and
look in the mirror, for she knew what she would find there.
The plump form, the dark auburn hair that was so mad with
its curls, that rarely ever wanted to stay in any updo, and the
big blue eyes. So large, that her eyes sat unnaturally in her
face.
“We will be late,” Julia cried with sudden panic. “Come on,
we best prepare ourselves. People will be arriving any minute
for the event.”
Emily nodded along with the others and followed them out
of the room, still being careful not to look in a single mirror
as she passed onto the landing. Julia and Grace looped arms
and hurried off in front, descending the main staircase in the
house quickly, whilst Charity hung back, taking Emily’s arm
in her own.
“Do not be nervous, love. It is a time for celebration.
Tonight, it is the mark of you taking on your own life. Is that
not exciting?”
Emily let her mother lead her down the stairs, feeling her
nerves take increased control of her body. When she reached
the bottom of the stairs, Charity hurried off to help with the
preparations for the ball, leaving Emily standing alone and
staring at the floor.
You can do this, you fool. All it really takes is standing in a room
full of people, which is it. Even if their eyes will be looking at you…
“She will be too distracted with dancing herself once the ball
starts.”
“I know you well. That is all. So, come on, tell me what is in
your heart tonight.” Arthur’s kind ways were impossible to
escape. As they stepped into the ballroom, she turned her
eyes away from the fine summer decorations, filled with
roses and wisteria petals strewn across tables, and looked at
her brother.
“What if I break the chain, Arthur?” she asked in a whisper.
“You were quite reputed in the ton. Do not bother denying it,
for you know it is true. Whilst I will admire your modesty, it
will not help what I am trying to say.”
“Grace is talked much of too. Look out our own parents, they
were quite the talk of the ton. Then…look at me.”
She did not follow the pattern of beauty; she was the odd one
out. like someone had left a plain nut in a box of nuts
wrapped in chocolate. She did not fit.
She returned some of their stares, noting the way they all
looked at her. Some ladies looked at her face, then their eyes
cast downward, looking at the plump form beneath her
dress. None of the gentlemen looked at her for awfully long,
before they thankfully looked away.
“The pattern is now broken,” she muttered to herself. “I am
sorry, Mama and Papa.” She spoke so quietly that it was
impossible for Archibald to hear her at his side.
“They might as well be,” Emily said quietly. “Have you seen
the way they gnash their teeth when they talk? Quite like
lions to me.” Her jest made her father laugh warmly. She
was just debating a way to run off and hide at the side of the
room when someone appeared at their side. It was Julia, who
quickly took hold of Emily’s free hand, offering a comforting
smile.
“Trust me,” Julia said, turning Emily away from her father
completely and urging her to slip through gaps between the
guests. “I have had this in mind for some time.”
Emily did not recognize the name, but she did not think long
on the subject, for her mind became too busy in observing
the man her sister-in-law was pointing out to her.
“So that I can make a fool of myself? No. I do not think so.”
Emily turned away at once. “Look, more wine, Julia. I
suddenly find myself parched and in need of a glass.”
“Yes, I bet you do. Emily, come back!”
Yet Emily had hurried off before Julia could stop her.
He circled the table, looking out to the hosts for the evening,
the Earl and Countess of Dowding. They had greeted him
warmly earlier that night, despite the fact he only knew
them by name. His gaze landed on them for a minute as the
Earl led his Countess toward the dancefloor. The smiles on
their faces struck him a little. They were odd, in a way,
clearly genuine and taking over their entire countenance.
Is it possible to be so happy?
Breathing deeply and lifting his chin, Aaron decided this was
no time to be cowed. He would prove to Hugh that what he
had done did not affect Aaron, that he was not still hurting
after all. He crossed the room toward his parents when
someone else entered the room. The sight of her made him
stop dead in his tracks.
Jane.
Miss Jane Drew walked elegantly into the room where she
took up her place beside Hugh, looping her arm through his.
She smiled sweetly up at Hugh, making those pale blue eyes
dazzle. Aaron had to snatch his gaze away, reluctantly
remembering the time when she used to smile at him like
that. It suddenly seemed so long ago now.
Any wish Aaron had had to go and greet his parents wavered.
Did he have to make small talk when Hugh and Jane were
standing there together, smiling at one another like they
were the only thing that mattered in this world?
“Lord Tattershall?”
“I was trying to tell her that we are all messes at our own
debuts. No doubt we all have the same fears, the same
nerves,” Lady Bolton continued on. “Wouldn’t you say?”
Aaron was distracted again. Out of the corner of his eye, Jane
had moved into view. She had a habit of this, always staying
within Aaron’s sight somewhere. Her dark blonde hair was
coiffed perfectly tonight, styled in such a way that it
emphasized her elegant beauty.
“Yes,” Aaron said, shifting his focus back to the two ladies in
front of him. “You should have seen me my first night with
the ton, Lady Emily. I believe in two of my dances I stepped
on a lady’s toes, and the night was capped off with feeling ill
thanks to a little too much of this.” He lifted the punch glass
in his hands, gesturing down to it.
“Well, that does not sound so bad,” Lady Emily shook her
head with her words. “I am still afraid of tripping in my
dances and falling flat on my face. I would be a ugly sight,
I’m sure.” Her wit made him smile again, startled by the
freedom with which she spoke. It was different to other
ladies, even to the lady stood beside her. Most were reserved,
hardly forward at all, even those that were not, did not have
such a good humor.
“Well…”
“You really may want to. You may end up being the one
dancing with me when I fall.” Lady Emily widened her eyes,
emphasizing the horror.
“As you can see,” Lady Bolton said with humor. “She is not
an eager dancer. No wonder gentlemen cannot write down
their names when she hides the card so.”
Aaron felt eager to abate that blush. Lady Emily was clearly
very pleasant company, and this was her debut. Without a
doubt did she deserve a dance this evening.
Nearby, Aaron could hear laughter, a sound he recognized all
too easily. The dulcet tones and melodic giggle were
something that used to happen when he made jests. He
turned his head to the side to see Jane was laughing at
something Hugh had said to her. It made something in
Aaron’s gut tense, as if his insides were being squashed by
some unseen force.
Then Hugh looked his way. That was too much to bear.
I will not let him see what he has done to me. This angst has gone
on long enough between us.
She was irked that there was her silk glove between them,
for through that grasp she could feel how warm his touch
was.
“Whatever for?”
She did not have time to answer, for the music grew louder
and the bars of introduction ended, signifying it was time to
begin the dance. The Marquess stepped forward, taking
Emily’s hand in his as they circled one another, dancing
together and keeping their eyes on one another.
Now, she was able to look out from the dancefloor and see
just where Lord Tattershall was staring. He was looking at a
young woman, a lady so beautiful that Emily felt quite out of
place. She imagined if she stood beside this lady, she would
feel like the woman’s shadow.
“Ow, did that hurt?” she asked with a small smile, nodding
her head at his neck. “Take care, my Lord. It looks like I
startled you.”
“That you did.” He shook his head as they turned and took
each other’s hand, circling the other way once more. “Let us
just say I was somewhat baffled by your perception of just
where I was staring.”
“Dance with others and then dance with your lady last. Wait
to see her smile when you ask her then.”
“I am not sure the lady would dance with me. Not now.”
There was something in his words, something that
suggested there was more to this story, but she did not have
time to ask what it was for they moved down the floor in the
dance, swapping places with another couple. Seeing a
somewhat somber expression take hold of his face, Emily
decided it was time to change the conversation.
She leaned toward him as they circled each other for the last
time, whispering quietly beneath the music to ensure nobody
else could hear them.
“Well, bravo, Lady Emily. You are quite right. How could
anyone not laugh at that?” he asked, towing her away from
the dancefloor. She was looking around, preparing herself
for parting from his company and seeking out her family.
“I am the one who should thank you. In truth, I did not think
I would dance at all tonight, but now, I am glad I did.”
“Why did you not think you would dance?” she asked. Yet he
appeared not to have heard her, or at least pretended not to,
for he was looking around himself.
“Somewhat, yes.”
What is going on? The thought plagued Emily as she looked
between them all. Her gaze settled on Miss Drew, wondering
why the young woman had not said a word. The lady sensed
the awkwardness at the same time, for she turned her focus
on Emily, finding some topic of small talk to partake in.
“Lady Emily, your parents have held quite the event of the
Season here tonight.” She was charming, with a voice so
melodic that Emily expected she was a wonder to behold
when she sang. Emily could not stop the envy building inside
of her, for when she sang, she sounded like a donkey that
had been struck on its rear, wailing at the sky. “Do pass on
my admiration to them both. I cannot remember a finer
night.”
“I have just met your siblings,” Miss Drew went on. “Lady
Grace is really so beautiful. I fear what I would have been like
growing up with her at my side. I feel I would have run round
and hidden in the young lady’s shadow.”
“Yes, she is very beautiful.” Emily felt the truth of the words.
She looked down at the glass, realizing things were being
made audible that she had always known to be true.
“Have you not told them all yet?” Lord Hugh asked. “I would
have thought you eager to disparage us both.”
Well, that was icy. Emily shifted on her feet, looking down at
her plate of food for something to do.
Emily lifted her eyes to the Marquess, seeing the way he was
staring at his brother, it was clear he was lost for words. She
felt a discomforted pit in her stomach. Where she had
created smiles, his own brother had left nothing but upset.
This has to end. Now. Emily could not believe what she was
witnessing, but she would not suffer it, and she was not
going to let the man beside her suffer it either.
The lady before him had somehow inspired trust in the space
of one dance. He could not deny he liked her. She was witty,
astute, and so humorous that the excuse to laugh was a great
relief to him, but how had that all culminated into trust?
“It does beg the question why is she now on your brother’s
arm and not yours,” she said softly.
“I’m sorry?”
Maybe this is why I trusted her with this information. She has
made me smile tonight more than I have smiled in months.
“My family and I are awfully close. Had any of them treated
me in such a way.” She hesitated, looking baffled at the mere
idea. “It would devastate me. Your brother, the man who
should be your truest friend in this world betrayed you. That
is perhaps the most heartbreaking thing of the whole tale.”
“There what?” she asked, looking over the rim of her wine
glass.
“Of course, come with me.” Lady Emily finished her food
and beckoned him to his feet. Aaron found it easy to follow
her across the room, not wanting to leave this woman’s side.
“Thank God for that,” her father said and wiped his brow.
“You had me worried after tonight I’d never be able to peel
you away from the library again. You might hide there and
refuse to come out.”
“Ah, that time has come again.” The Earl retrieved a pocket
watch from his waistcoat as he spoke.
“We find it breaks up the small talk,” the Earl said with a
wink. “We all need a break from that at times, do we not?”
“I hope you are prepared for what you have got yourself into,
my Lord.”
They crossed the room where they promptly found Lord and
Lady Bolton, who Aaron had met before, and Lady Grace
Bolton, the elder sister of Lady Emily.
“He is right!”
“Just so,” he said, toasting her with his glass. “Your turn,
Lady Emily.”
The game continued for some time, with each riddle being
tossed back and forth, getting faster and faster and answered
with such alacrity that Aaron realized what clever minds
were around him. The more he was with them, the more he
forgot there was a ball at all, just wanting to indulge in these
few minutes that allowed him to escape the hubbub of the
other guests.
“You may have to put up with our high spirits a little more
yet,” Lord Bolton said as he passed a glass of wine to his
wife. “Are you coming to Sir Harold Jacobs’ dinner part this
Friday? I hear most families here are to attend.”
Aaron opened his lips to say no. The only reason he had
agreed to attend this event was to keep his mother happy. He
had previously decided he would not attend the dinner party,
and that was that, but as his eyes fell on Lady Emily, he
found a different answer falling from his lips.
It was her own reflection in the mirror. So little did she look
at her reflection that she startled herself as she looked up
into it.
Chewing her lip, she observed the auburn curls that had
refused to be tamed that morning, trying their best to escape
their updo. She thought her cheeks were a little chubby and
she prodded them with her fingers for a minute before
letting her fingers fall at her side.
“A card came with it, my ladies.” The young man nodded his
head and placed the card down on the table before he hurried
off out the door. The moment the door was closed, Julia and
Emily jumped toward the table, each one eagerly trying to be
the first to get the card. Emily snatched it up first, but only
because she managed to bump Julia out of the way.
“You mean I am bigger than you and able to knock you out
the way.”
“For the last time,” Julia said with a huff, placing her hands
on her hips. “You are not big.”
“That would be more convincing if you did not look like you
needed to eat a few cream buns.” Emily gestured to Julia’s
slender stature with the card before she pulled a slip of paper
out of the carded envelope. Julia looked ready to argue
further, but evidently the way Emily’s body froze stopped
her.
“Do not take delight just yet, Julia. I think your romantic
nature has run away with you.” Emily spoke hurriedly,
trying to cover up any disappointment she felt.
“What do you mean?” Julia asked, running round Emily to
stand on her shoulder to read the note with her.
Your friend,
“Are they for you, Emily?” Charity asked. “Don’t tell me, are
they from Lord Tattershall?”
“That was a lucky guess, Mama, but they are not for –”
“Lose hope? Why are you hoping at all?” Emily tried to find
some jest to make on the situation, hoping to cover up any
disappointment she felt. “Mama, to hope after my debut that
I would find a man to marry is a little quick, is it not?”
Charity nodded slowly, though she still looked saddened.
“Have no fear, I have many nights yet to make a man fall
madly in love with me. How could every man resist?” Emily
mocked herself, watching as Julia and Grace offered smiles.
Emily felt her heart sink the moment she thought of Miss
Drew. It hardly mattered that the woman was betrothed
elsewhere. The way that the Marquess had gazed at her made
his feelings plain to see.
Emily looked back only once to see that Arthur was staring
after her, with a worried gaze in his expression. She felt as
though he could see into her, what she was truly feeling in
that perceptive way of his. Emily chose to turn away from
him, not allowing him to perceive any more in her behavior.
She escaped quickly to the library where she found the book
that she had been reading the day before and picked it up
with both hands, clutching it tightly. She scampered into a
far corner, finding a nook within the tall mahogany
bookshelves, and hiding her body within, before opening the
pages and returning to her tale.
‘Elizabeth was not blind. She knew the Captain of the ship stared
at her often. In just the few short days they had been on their
voyage, she had caught him staring at her many times, yet
whenever she attempted to make conversation with him, her
father drew her away, muttering things under his breath.
Then the image changed again, for he was not looking her
way. He was looking to a blonde-haired beauty that stood
behind her, waving delicately in a ‘come-hither’ way in his
direction.
“Do we?” he asked as he took his seat beside her. “First, tell
me how you are.”
“No, do not speak of me, I wish to speak of you! It has been
so long since you have been here. I wish to know…are you
truly well, Aaron?” He knew what she was asking. Where his
father had always been quite absent, his mother had been
very attentive. What she was truly asking was if he was
happy.
“If you meant the apology, you would have given it months
ago. When the event occurred.”
“You refuse to accept my apology?” Hugh asked, waving at
him with derision.
“On the contrary, I’ll accept it, when I believe you mean it.”
He knew the words were cold, but he could not hold himself
back from speaking the truth. Hugh did not mean the
apology, he seemed to be making it under duress. “Hugh, I
grew up beside you. I watched you apologize to our mother
when you did things wrong and didn’t mean it, you think I
cannot tell when you are lying now?” Aaron’s words seemed
to take down any last resilience Hugh had.
“Ha! You are more than welcome to join,” Lord Bolton said
with a laugh. “Did we whet your appetite for more? Let me
guess. Like me you have been coming up with some hard
ones in your spare time?”
Where is she?
“I believe you might be looking for the very thing I need help
with.” Lord Bolton’s perceptive words made Aaron snatch
his gaze back to him. “Look at you. Like a deer caught at the
end of a hunter’s pistol. Have no fear, I am not going to
press you into marrying my sister.”
Aaron found his eyes drifting down her again, admiring the
Pomona green gown she was wearing. The column-style left
little to the imagination of her figure and the curves made
him parched, adjusting the suddenly tight cravat around his
throat.
“How do you do.” Aaron bowed to them all and turned his
attention back to Lady Emily, parting his lips ready to say
something to extract her from their company when he was
spoken over.
“I was just saying to Lady Emily how lovely it is to see her
here.” Lord Nelson spoke up, earning both of their attention.
The words sounded a little stranger to Aaron’s mind, spoken
in a cold way. He felt his body stiffen, preparing himself for
what was coming next. “We were talking of her family. What
an odd bunch they all make. It is quite amusing to see them.”
“What did you say?” Aaron asked, daring Lord Nelson to say
it again. The man lifted his sniggering lips out of his glass,
returning Aaron’s gaze. His brother at his side pretended
interest in his own glass, looking like he wished to
disappear.
“I was merely referring to –”
“My Lord,” Lady Emily’s voice was quiet at his side. “It is
not important.”
“Just so, I agree with you, yet that doesn’t make his words
anymore forgivable.” Aaron lifted his eyes from her back to
Lord Nelson. “Apologize.” Aaron’s order made Lord Nelson
lower his glass completely, with his lips parting.
“You have insulted the lady. For nothing more than your
own amusement, as she has pointed out. I suppose you may
be a man who takes delight in hurting others, but I will not
stand for it. Apologize to her. Now.” Aaron was not going to
let the matter slide.
Emily could still hear the words being repeated in her head
as she led Lord Tattershall away from Lord Nelson and his
brother. She had no wish to go over the matter, yet her heart
would not settle. It might as well have dropped into her
stomach by the deadened feeling that bloomed there.
“Whatever you said to our new friend, Emily, you scared the
poor man out of his wits,” her father said from across the
table.
“Why should I not?” she asked. It was the truth of the matter
after all. As a server stepped forward to serve her wine, she
was urged to lean closer to Lord Tattershall too. She
immediately regretted it. Being so close to him, she found
herself enveloped in his scent. It smelled of spices and bay
leaves, suggesting he wore some sort of exotic scent. When
she found herself involuntarily leaning more toward him,
she had to snap herself back.
“Sooner or later, the ugly duckling realizes who she is.” Her
words made him flinch and turn back to her.
She felt her breath hitch at the words and those same tingles
started again. He did not even have to take her hand this
time, only say such words. Her cheeks reddened with heat,
and she bent down toward the capon, trying to hide her
embarrassment. She thought of making a jest on him
perhaps needing spectacles, but the words died on her
tongue.
“Do you read, my Lord?” she asked. He paused with his food
and looked up to her, bearing an instant smile.
“What is it?”
“Wait for it.”
“Oh, do not get her onto books, my Lord!” Charity said with
drama. “You’ll be trapped in that chair for hours talking
now.”
She called him Aaron! Emily sank a little in her seat, reminded
of just how well the two of them knew each other. Her few
short hours in Lord Tattershall’s company paled in
comparison.
“Yes?” Lord Tattershall looked up, then the smile fell from
his face as he saw Miss Drew.
Please say no. Even as Emily sent the silent prayer, she
seemed to be not the only one waiting on his answer. On the
other side of the table, her parents were listening, as were
Arthur, Julia, and Grace, all pretending not to, though their
heads were turned in Lord Tattershall’s direction. Emily
shifted her gaze on Lord Tattershall, waiting for him to say
anything as the silence stretched out.
CHAPTER SIX
He owed her nothing. He knew that was the truth. After she
had chosen his brother over him, she had never sought to
explain herself. She had never told him why she had once
kissed him on his parents’ estate, making promises for the
future that clearly, she intended to break. She had had
months to explain herself and had chosen not to.
Jane wandered off, back down the other end of the table as
the ladies stood to their feet. Aaron felt a pair of eyes on him
and looked up to see Lady Emily was staring at him, with an
expression he could not decipher. Was she stunned? Pleased?
Maybe even confused?
He smiled up at her, hoping to show his true feelings on the
matter. He was happy where he was, beside Lady Emily. He
did not want to go and hurt himself by sitting beside Lady
Jane. What was he supposed to do? He would merely think of
the way she used to look at him lovingly when she looked at
Hugh now with that same gaze.
“No, I love you, son, but you are perhaps not as clever as you
think.” Lord Dowding made both Aaron and Lord Bolton
laugh heartily, startled by the words. “Deep down, you know
I am not wrong. Who is the cleverest of my children?”
Aaron realized a beat later just what Lord Dowding had done.
He had artfully distracted Lord Bolton from Jane’s presence
and the conversation at hand, ensuring they talked of
something else entirely. As Lord Bolton fussed with pouring
the milk, Aaron nodded his thanks to Lord Dowding. The Earl
waved away the thanks with a small gesture of his hand,
showing it was no bother.
“I have invited your parents too.” The Earl spoke up, making
Aaron’s hands tighten around the coffee cup in his hands.
He thought of the way her curls kept escaping down from the
pins and the way she fussed with them, clearly concerned.
He found those curls endearing, wondering what it would be
like to run his fingers through those dark red tendrils.
One touch…
On the far side of the garden, Archibald and Charity were sat
with Lord Tattershall’s mother, eager in their conversation.
On a table between them, Lord Hugh and Miss Drew were sat
together, not showing much interest in talking to anyone
else but themselves.
Emily had suspected that Lord Tattershall would take the
opportunity to talk to others at the garden party, but so far,
he had drunk two teas sat at her side, and showed no
intention of moving away.
“Do not apologize for them. You might be surprised by it, but
I am quite taken with your family.” He leaned back in his
chair, gesturing to the family with his teacup.
For the last two days, she had been avidly reading her latest
book whenever she could, and now she found she could not
picture the hero in anyway other than him being exactly like
Lord Tattershall. The problem was whenever she tried to
picture herself in the heroine’s role, it did not last long. She
felt out of place within that book.
“As you and I are fond of sharing secrets, Lady Emily, let me
tell you another.” He beckoned her toward him with a crook
of his hand. Emily did as he asked, leaning even more toward
him. She was so close that she could mark the individual
curls of his dark hair at his temple. She had to dart her gaze
down to his eyes, trying to stop herself from admiring him.
“They are everything I wish my family could be.”
“My mother is just about the sweetest soul you will ever
meet. Though I would say your mother would give her a run
for her money.” He gestured across the garden to where
Charity and the Duchess of Parson were talking, their heads
bent together like old friends. “My father is somewhat
distant though. At the moment, the animosity between my
brother and I, prevents any chance of my mother smiling.
That is one of the things that hurts the most. Not seeing her
smile.”
“We are fixing your woes?” Emily laughed at the idea. “That
is not possible, surely?”
Emily heard the slip, but she thought nothing of it. Lord
Tattershall spoke so quickly to correct himself that it was
clear he truly did mean the whole family.
“You should.” Emily tried her best not to flick her eyes in
Miss Drew’s direction, but she failed.
“I would love to go.” She found the words falling from her
lips anyway. “I love that play.”
I wish I could say the same. Yet her mind was restless now.
Knowing she was to attend the theatre would only give her
family hope of an attachment between the two of them,
where there was clearly no hope to be had.
The tea passed quickly and when it became time for Lord
Tattershall to say goodbye, he went round the whole family,
leaving Emily until last.
“You think so?” Julia asked, just as Arthur walked past them.
“Arthur, love?”
“Even if you get Arthur to agree with you, it will not make
the matter anymore real,” Emily said tiredly, shaking her
head. “I have told you before, his heart belongs to another.”
Emily looked back when she felt a gaze upon her, seeing
Arthur was watching her closely. He did not say anything at
all, but she felt he read her thoughts.
“Some secret it would be. We have all noticed how close they
are. No, sadly.” He shook his head. “I am in agreement with
Emily, though I wish I was not. Lord Tattershall is a good
man. If he wished to court Emily, he would say as much.
They are simply good friends.”
It did not seem to matter to her own foolish heart what she
knew to be the truth, it thudded harder when Lord
Tattershall was near anyway.
“Arthur!” Emily tried to swat him away. “How can you say
such a thing? I barely know the man.”
“True. Yet after the second time I met Julia, I was practically
reduced to a bumbling fool.” At his words, Emily raised her
eyebrows, showing him that the jest she could make was all
too easy. “Yes, I know, you want to say something along the
lines of I always had the propensity to be one.”
“What?”
Even as the question was asked, she felt herself blush and
her gaze lower.
“That is tricky to say after so few meetings. The only truth I
can tell is this. I like him.” She breathed deeply, building the
courage before she looked at him again, finding his eyebrows
risen across his forehead, clearly wanting more. “Very well, I
like him a lot. There, is that enough?”
She crossed back to her table where the last dregs of tea were
still in the cup and lifted it to her lips. As she went to lower it
back down to the saucer, she found it was not empty.
Someone had placed a scrap of parchment beneath the cup.
“It does not matter.” Emily shook her head. “It is all in my
own head. I am merely worrying about something that is
barely real. It is all my own thoughts.” That was what she
was trying to tell herself.
The more time she spent with Lord Tattershall, she could not
deny how much she liked him, nor the thrill that passed
through her whenever he came near.
“Emily, have you not noticed he has barely left your side
since I introduced the two of you?” Julia asked, looping
Emily’s arm through her own and escorting her from the
room.
“You think so?” Julia asked with raised eyebrows. “Well, pay
attention today at the sailing. Tell me if you see Lord
Tattershall paying attention to any young lady other than
yourself.”
Where is she?
The whole riverbank was alive with people who had come to
see the boats racing. With tea tents set up on one side of the
river and games of shuttlecock and skittles set up on the
other, it was a rowdy day, with some people even choosing
the glasses of wine over tea, to make the day a little merrier.
Over their heads, the sun shone brightly, casting the white
sails of the boats an even brighter white, making the
onlookers shield their gazes.
Jane abruptly looked up, turning away from Hugh. Her eyes
danced across the guests’ heads before they found Aaron. At
once she smiled and lifted a hand to wave at him. Aaron did
not feel the same pangs he used to feel when she smiled.
Surprisingly, he did not even feel anger. He felt indifferent.
“So, care to tell me who you were looking for with such
keenness just now?” Lord Bolton asked, with clear mischief
in his tone.
“God’s wounds, I hope I did not look that bad.” Aaron shook
his head, adjusting the top hat on his head to try and hide
something of his expression.
Wasn’t she the one who would always have his heart? Yet
there was no pain staring at her now, no longing either. What
has happened?
“Here, let me get you another cup,” Lord Bolton said with
laughter. “You coughed most of that one back out.” As Lord
Bolton turned away to fetch Aaron a fresh cup, Aaron at last
found Lady Emily through the crowd.
“Watch out!”
“Who did that?”
Lady Emily was thrust out into the air and fell in the river,
with such a splash that it cascaded back onto the people
watching at the riverbank. She disappeared under the water
surface, vanishing completely from view.
Lady Emily!
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Who is it?”
“Emily!”
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said with
a smile as he reached her in the water.
Yet she could not utter the words now. She was too busy
thinking of the way Lord Tattershall reached out to her,
taking her hands in his and pulling her toward him.
Aaron tuned all of it out. All that mattered to him was Lady
Emily on his arm. He held her hand that rested on his bicep
with his other hand, clutching tightly to her, as he escorted
her toward the family library. Beneath the shouts and
panicked fuss of the others, he whispered to her, so only she
could hear him.
“You do not like all this fuss over you?” Aaron asked as he
led her to the armchair nearest to the fire. He helped her to
sit down before he took a footstool and dragged it in front of
her, sitting there so he could be close to her. He did not miss
the widening of her eyes as he came so close, but he didn’t
care. At this moment, all that mattered was the fact she was
well and safe.
“Not at all,” she shook her head. “Does it not remind you of
the theatre? One character falls over and the rest hurry to
right them up, as if their injury is the most tragic thing in
the world.”
Aaron laughed. It was startling to him, to laugh at a moment
like this, when he had been so worried for her. Yet once
again, Lady Emily had this effect, managing to help him see
the lighter side of life, even when all seemed bleak. He
softened his laughter and leaned toward her, glancing once
at the doorway to check none of the family would return just
yet.
“Wait, why only tell me?” he asked. She looked down at her
hands again, not quite meeting his gaze. “Lady Emily…” He
could not resist. Glad none of the family were there to
witness it, he took her hand, placing her fingers safely in his
palm. “Why only tell me?”
“What?”
Happiness.
“We are fine, Papa,” Lady Emily said softly, though she kept
glancing back to Aaron. It was as if a barrier had gone down
between them with their last words, one Aaron did not want
to put back up again. Was it truly so bad to have this kind of
friendship? One he would describe as addictive, and all
encompassing.
“Well, I say just the family are going, but plans can change
of course.” Lord Dowding looked down at his daughter, as
did Aaron, intrigued to see the way Lady Emily was looking
back up at him, with those eyes unblinking. “What are your
plans for this weekend, my Lord?” Lord Dowding asked
Aaron. “You are more than welcome to join us in Brighton.
What do you say?”
CHAPTER NINE
“Come on, everyone. Our rooms are all set up!” Archibald
beckoned them all forward. As they hurried inside, Emily
followed beside Lord Tattershall, frequently looking toward
him.
“I am.” Yet she did not have time to say anymore. They were
all shown upstairs where one by one they were shown to
their rooms. Lord Tattershall’s room was one of the first,
urging him to take his hand out of Emily’s quickly, and
leaving her longing for that touch again.
Emily was one of the last to be shown to her room and once
she was inside with her lady’s maid hurrying to her task of
unpacking her clothes, Emily retreated to a window seat. She
spent a minute or so looking out at the seaside and the
people gathered there, smiling with joy, before she turned
her attention back to the letter in her hand.
She broke a blank red wax seal, bearing no hint to its sender,
before unfurling the paper and lifting it into the sunlight
that streamed through the window, to read it carefully.
‘Lady Emily,
I mean this in the kindest way possible. Stay away from Lord
Tattershall. There is nothing but pain for you there.
Yours etcetera,
A friend.’
Emily felt her fingers begin to tremble around the letter. She
did not know whether anger or sadness swelled within her
more. Either way, the letter before her was crushing. She
read scraps of it again, with her eyes lingering on the most
painful parts.
“Emily? Are you in here?” There was a soft tap on the door
that was ajar.
“We are going for a walk,” Grace said excitedly. “Arthur and
Lord Tattershall are to come too. Would you like to
accompany us?”
She was so busy staring at it, that she could just about hear
Arthur, Julia and Grace talking some distance in front of her.
They were all walking down the promenade, laughing about
something together. Emily was so attentive to marking
everything that was wrong in her face, all the lines she
wished were different, that she jumped when a figure
appeared beside her.
Then her eyes flicked back to her own reflection. I am not that
woman.
“You are worrying me, Lady Emily. You are always in the
mood to laugh about something.” He stepped closer toward
her, nudging her arm with his and staring down at the
reflections too. “Tell me, what do you see when you look at
that reflection?”
“It does not matter.” She kept her voice firm. “It is simply
my own worries; I am being silly. That is all.” She tried to
walk past him another time, but he reached out and caught
her hand, turning her back toward him. The pressure of his
hand in hers was warm and keen, sending a tingle up her
arm, stopping her from thinking of making another attempt
to flee.
“If it is your reflection that bothers you so, then let me put
your mind at rest.” He spoke with vigor, stepping toward her
again so that he was looking down at her, prompting her to
look up at him. “I do not know what you saw just now when
you stared into the sea in such a way, but when I look at you,
Lady Emily, let me assure you, I see what everyone else sees.
I see a young lady of beauty, made all the more beautiful by
the fact that she doesn’t seem to know it.”
“Do not tease me, my Lord.” She looked down, breaking the
connection of their gazes, but he pulled on her hand again.
“But I’m so…” She trailed off, looking down at herself. She
was not slender like the others, nor did she have a gentleness
in her features like Charity and Grace did. “I do not have the
daintiness of my family.” She settled for these words,
amazed when Lord Tattershall pulled on her hand another
time.
“No, you are quite blind to the truth.” He argued with her,
yet he betrayed a smile as he did so, shaking his head, as if
he could not believe her words. With her hand still in his, she
felt him lift it.
Lord Bolton did not appear to have noticed, he was too busy
looking back to where his wife and other sister were talking
further down on the promenade.
“Come on, Emily, you know what our mother is like, she will
be most upset if we are late back for dinner.” Lord Bolton
gestured her forward.
“Yes, I’m coming,” Lady Emily said, her voice a little shaky.
She was busy glancing at Aaron, with those same eyes
widened in surprise. As the two of them turned to walk back
with Lord Bolton, either side of him, Aaron could not stop
looking at Lady Emily, the same way she appeared unable to
stop staring at him. He knew what she was thinking, it was
the same question she had asked, that hovered unanswered
in the air between them since Lord Bolton had interrupted
them.
Why did I do that? Why did I kiss her hand with so much intimacy?
“Yes, very well,” Aaron said, finding the truth falling from
him. There was something in that moment with Lady Emily,
something so honest that he had loved. Yes, maybe she
couldn’t see the beauty that she had, but he had been
unashamed and unafraid of telling her what he truly thought
of her. “Good lord… I think I have just realized something.”
“I’ll tell you another time. There is another I must tell first.”
Aaron hurried into the lodgings, aware that Lord Bolton was
calling after him, trying to get him to stop, but Aaron could
not.
‘Dear Mother,
One broken heart is enough for me. I do not wish to have another,
but perhaps with Lady Emily I have the chance of winning her
heart in a way I never had a chance in the past.
I long to hear your own tale, Mother. What you said in the past
hinted that there must be something. Have you fallen in love more
than once in your life? Perhaps love is not something that is spent
and then used up. Maybe we are all capable of much more than
we realize, like a natural spring where the water keeps flowing,
maybe this feeling is never ending. Maybe we can always find it
again.
Aaron.’
“Very well, in which case, I have one for you all.” Aaron sat
backed and folded his arms, pretending to be serious for a
moment.
“You will put the poor man off his game, Arthur,” Lady
Bolton said at his side, elbowing him for good measure. “Go
on, Lord Tattershall. We are all on tenterhooks.”
“As you wish.” He nodded his head and turned his eyes back
to Lady Emily, finding it almost impossible to address the
riddle to anyone but her. “My second is what sails the seas
and will hurry to port in a storm. My first is where criminals
are tried, with their lives and punishments at stake. My
whole is what lovers share.”
As Aaron finished his riddle, all the faces turned and looked
at each other. Some with squinted eyes and others with
screwed up brows.
“Is it love?” Lady Grace asked from the other side of the
table.
“No, it can’t be,” Lord Bolton said quickly. “That is just one
syllable.”
“Yes, it is.” He held her gaze as he said it. He did not care if
he was being brazen, he wanted her to realize something of
what he was thinking.
Aaron was relieved no one else had noticed his flirtation, but
Lady Emily must have done, for she was looking down at the
teacup in front of her, with that perfect blush taking over her
cheeks again. This was the moment now. He had hinted at
his thoughts, and he could not wait any longer without
telling Lady Emily how he felt.
I do not want this to simply be a friendship anymore. Please,
Emily. This could be everything I ever wanted and yet so much
more!
He could not speak right away, for there was a hustle and
bustle in the other room. Mrs. Hall was called to prepare
brandies and ports for everyone, whereupon too much heat
was complained of, and a double set of doors that led out
onto the garden were thrust open.
Aaron felt Lady Emily disappear from his arm as she moved
toward these doors, stepping out to breath in the clean
seaside air. It was so late that it was dark out and her figure
was silhouetted by the moonlight.
Aaron glanced between her and the rest of the family who
were all gathering around a card table, setting up cards and
beginning to bicker over what game they should play first.
He took his opportunity. It might be the only chance he had
to have Lady Emily sort of alone.
He hurried out of the doors, following her, glancing back to
see if anyone watched the two of them together, but the
family were all too distracted to take much notice.
“In a formal sense, not at all, but you and I both know there
was nothing formal about what you did.” She stepped toward
him, her eyes widening as if they spoke of a scandal. “You
kissed me as if it was the thing that would keep you alive!”
“You are not making much sense, my Lord,” she said softly,
with the smallest of smiles.
“You know me well by now. You know I have hurt from love
before,” he said quickly, looking down at their hands and
swallowing past his fears before he looked up at her, gazing
at those eyes. “I fear I need to know now, before my heart is
hurt again. Do I stand a chance, Emily?” He abandoned her
title, for just this one time. “Do I ever have the possibility of
winning your heart as you have mine?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“A chance? You fool!” she said boldly, tapping him round the
arm with her other hand.
“If you’ll have me,” he said playfully. “If you would consider
a courtship?”
“I…” Emily did not have time to answer for there was a loud
clap from the side of them.
Emily jumped back, but Lord Tattershall did not let her go,
he kept his hand firmly in hers this time as they both looked
toward the doorway that led back into the house. In the space
between the open doors, Arthur stood, looking at the two of
them with his hands clasped together.
“You are clutching her hand for dear life, my friend,” Arthur
laughed, reaching their side.
“I had noticed,” Lord Tattershall agreed, smiling despite
Arthur’s jests.
“What? Can I not delight in the fact that you two have
stopped tiptoeing around each other at last?” he asked,
gesturing between the two of them. Both Emily and Lord
Tattershall looked sharply at him.
“Do you think I’m blind, Emily?” Arthur asked. “One would
have to walk around like this to think there was no bond
between the two of you.” He turned round and closed his
eyes, walking back toward the house with his hands
outstretched in front of him and pulling laughter from them
both.
As they stepped inside, Charity, Grace and Julia were all sat
at the table, whispering excitedly together. Arthur was
restless, appearing like he was barely able to contain his
laughter and Archibald was waiting for the two of them, with
folded arms and a feeble attempt at trying to maintain a
stern expression.
“Papa, please –” Emily began, but her father quickly cut her
off.
“Yes!”
“If Lady Emily says yes, then yes, we do.” He turned to her
with a smile, waiting for her answer. Silence descended
everywhere as heads swiveled toward her.
“Yes,” she said, realizing how breathy her voice was as she
gazed up at him with her answer.
As he pulled her toward the card table and the two of them
sat down together, they never once separated their hands,
staying permanently connected, with their fingers entwined
all evening.
“I will take them to Mrs. Hall. She may have some paper we
can wrap the stems in.” Charity crossed back to Emily again,
resting her hand dotingly on Emily’s cheek. “I am so happy
for you, dearest.”
“Thank you, Mama. I can tell. Your cheeks have such smiling
dimples I wonder if they have been created with hat pins.”
Her jest brought a raucous laugh from her mother who
bustled out of the room, holding the flowers out in front of
her.
For a minute, Emily could not leave the room. She turned in
a circle, not wanting to escape. This was the place that had
made her so happy. This was where Lord Tattershall had
given her his heart. It made her reluctant to leave at all.
“Thank you,” Emily said, taking the letter and nodding her
head to the lady. Only after Mrs. Hall had left and Emily
pushed the door ajar again, did she turn her eyes to the
letter, then her smile wavered.
There was something wrong. The handwriting was the same
as in that note she had been given before. Something about
the f’s and s’ were very distinctive, slanting sideways and
curving down as low as y’s and g’s.
‘Lady Emily,
I have told you to stay away from Lord Tattershall and you have
not listened. Such gossip has reached London now that it leaves
me in no doubt of what your connection with him is. This is your
very last warning. Take heed, or you will find more problems as
such has befallen your reticule here. Enjoy trying to sew your
reticule back together.
Since his return the day before from Brighton, he had been
determined to see his mother in person. Lady Emily had
made him happier than he could say, and he had one person
to thank for that, one person who had opened his eyes to the
fact that falling in love again was possible. My mother.
He tapped on the door of the drawing room, waiting for her
to call him inside before he opened the door.
“You forget how little you come here these days,” she
pointed out with raised eyebrows as she parted from him and
urged him to sit beside her. There was no surprise there, he
had been avoiding seeing Hugh and Jane. “Your letter…”
Joyce paused and wafted a hand in front of her eyes, showing
how near to tears she was just at the mere thought of it. “I
cannot tell you how happy it makes me!”
“You are the one who pointed out love doesn’t just happen
once. You were right!” he said boldly. “I was so busy closing
myself off to the world, so certain that it wasn’t possible, I
almost missed it. Had Lady Emily not been so striking, had
she not got her humor, her smile, everything about her, I
might have missed this feeling.” As he spoke, he choked up.
He breathed deeply, breaking off in his uncertainty of being
able to continue.
“You are right.” She rested back in the seat, looking abruptly
fascinated by the pattern of her dress as she fiddled with her
skirt and sighed. “It was a long time ago. When I first
debuted, Aaron, I fell in love. With a man that was soon
destined to marry another.”
Aaron could not keep the smile off his face as he held onto
his mother’s hands. Joyce had had her happy ending to her
tale, and Aaron felt for the first time, that he at last had the
chance of his own.
“As you wish, but just so you know, the two of you could
marry in the chapel here on the estate.”
“Mother!”
“Grand indeed.”
“Invited to teas such as this, soon the whole of the ton will
know of your courtship.”
She is right. This courtship cannot be a secret, can it? That would
be impossible! Whoever wrote that letter would know of it soon,
even if they do not already.
Since Emily’s last letter, she had been trying her best to
cover up her unease and fear. She did not want to be driven
away from Lord Tattershall, not by someone who could
merely be jealous of the two of them. She was happy at last!
Falling in love with a man like Lord Tattershall, how could
she not be? Yet the longer she tried to ignore the letter, the
more she felt it was burning a hole in a reticule back at her
house. She had stuffed all the remnants of her Pomona green
reticule into the other one, hoping to hide it there from view.
“Lady Emily.” That familiar voice made her stop and look
up, feeling a smile break through her sadness momentarily
as her eyes met Lord Tattershall’s once he appeared on the
staircase. “You’re here.”
“As you wish. Lady Dowding can stay with me for a while so
we can discuss our events coming up in the season.
Goodbye,” Joyce said excitedly, waving to the two of them.
Lady Dowding was by her side, staying behind after the tea.
It warmed Aaron’s heart to see what good friends the two of
them had become in so little time. “Come again soon, Lady
Emily!”
“Do not bother yourself with Hugh, Emily. I hardly care for
his opinion these days.”
“Fear? Threat? Emily, you are worrying me. What letters are
you speaking of?” he asked, clinging to her hand with so
much passion that he could see his knuckles were turning
white.
“Your reticule?”
“This is…” Aaron could not think of the word. It was awful,
abhorrent, and needless to say invasive. He scanned each
one, finding his ire growing by the minute.
“No, of course not.” She shook her head. “How could I?” She
shrugged as if she was helpless in the matter. That simple
act broke Aaron. He tossed the letters to the side with the
book and reached for her hands, taking them both in his.
“It is.” Aaron wished he could deny it, but he could not. It
was brutal indeed coupled with these letters. “Please, Emily,
do not be scared. Whoever has written these letters, they will
not come anywhere near you.”
“I can. I will stay by your side, and I vow to you, no one will
come near to you. No one will hurt you.”
“My Lord, you cannot be beside me all the time.” She shook
her head. “What are you going to do? Set up a camp outside
of my bedchamber? I think my maid and my father will have
something to say about the matter.”
“I love how you can still make a jest, even at this time.”
The maid on the other side of the room, cleared her throat,
evidently making a signal that they should not be so close
together.
“At Brighton.”
“Good lord. Emily, why didn’t you tell me?” he pleaded with
her.
“Aaron.”
“What?”
His lips hovered over hers, about to take that kiss when there
was an insistent tap at the door.
The butler opened the door, walking into the room with a
warm smile as he approached Emily.
“The ‘f’s and the ‘s’. Look, they are just the same.” She
pushed the letter unopened toward him. He could see just
what she meant. It was the same handwriting. Something
twinged inside Aaron, something about a recollection.
She paused, her body going still as she read the letter.
‘Lady Emily,
This is your last warning. End your courtship at once, or you will
receive more than just letters and a torn-up reticule.’
“You really think so? You think they will stop and grow
bored?”
“I love you too.” The words came easily from Emily. She had
already known she was falling in love with the man before
her, but this moment right here was the thing that made her
certain. He had taken such efforts to comfort her, to assure
her that he was not going anywhere. How could she not love
him for that?
“Very much.”
Emily was frozen to the spot. Her first kiss was something
she had pictured often, but never had she thought such a
chaste kiss could be so enthralling. Her body responded to
his touch, as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning
delivered by him. She reached up on her toes, trying to
maintain that kiss for as long as possible, with his lips
pressed firmly to hers.
When they parted, with Emily resting back down on her soles
and Aaron placing his forehead against hers, they both
laughed softly.
“Exhilarating?” he offered.
Emily realized but a beat later what had stopped him. There
were footsteps in the corridor beyond the door.
They both leapt away from each other, stumbling back so
that there was a distance between them.
Scandalous indeed!
“If the offer stands, yes, Lord Dowding, I would love that,”
Aaron said, turning his eyes back to Emily as he spoke.
“My Lady, shall I put out the fire?” Helena’s voice from in
the room made Emily pause in the doorway and look back,
reminded of the burning letters that were now almost
cinders.
“Emily? Emily, look who has come to see us!” Charity’s voice
was gushing with excitement.
“For what you have done for my son.” The Duchess’ words
stunned Emily so much that she did not move for a minute,
she just continued to hold onto the lady’s hands, staring
back at her in wonder.
In love… The words made Emily blush and look down. She
longed to make some jest to lighten the moment, but she felt
she could not. She was so happy, with her heart soaring too
high to make light of the matter. She adored Aaron, which
was plain for her to see, and it seemed he was so besotted
with her that his own mother was practically in tears at the
idea.
Emily turned her eyes on her gown and her figure, finding
she was looking at herself in a new light. She was wearing an
ivory white gown, one she had once feared showed off her
plump figure, but the last time Aaron had seen her in that
dress, his expression had suggested she looked different to
how she thought she appeared. His eyes had wandered over
her figure before returning to her face. He had promptly
moved toward her, whispering in her ear that she should
avoid wearing the gown again whilst they were courting. It
made his imagination run wild.
“Ha! Do not tease her today,” Julia said, trying to hold in her
laughter as she too clambered down from the carriage, with
Emily close behind her. “She is thrilled for you, that is the
truth of the matter.”
“What on earth makes you say such things?” Julia asked, her
manner surprisingly firm as she placed her hands on her
hips.
“Julia, you’d think I had threatened to kick a puppy the way
you are glaring at me.” Emily’s jest made Julia briefly smile,
but it did not last long.
Emily paused with the plain white material she had in her
hands and looked up at the other materials.
“In truth, I do not know.” She could not answer the question
for he had been kind indeed and admired practically every
gown she wore these days.
“Why do you like the plain colors, Emily?” Julia asked, her
tone more somber once again.
“Because they help to blend into a corner.” She picked up
another sample, feeling the chance to be playful return. “Or
maybe I should pick something like this, then I can blend
into the curtains.” Her jest did not even manage to pull a
smile from Julia this time, who merely folded her arms as
she stared back at her.
“Maybe, just this once,” she said, hearing Grace clap her
hands together behind her.
“How about doing your hair like this for the ball?” she
suggested, pushing more curls to the front of her head so
more color was on show.
“The red rose is perfect for you.” That is what Aaron had said as
he had presented them to her. “Bold and seductive.”
“Oh, we simply must have that one.” Charity was on her feet
already, hurrying toward the modiste as Grace came near,
fluffing out the skirt of the gown.
“Good lord, Emily,” Grace said with a sigh. “If you wear this,
I think I’ll fade into the background.”
“You? Never!” Emily laughed off the idea. “You could never
fade into the background.”
Yet Grace went on at length of how it was not true, and Emily
looked back at her sister in surprise. Emily had always felt
inferior to her sister’s slim and very elegant beauty, but
Grace was the one who sounded as if she felt inferior now.
“No more of that.” Julia brushed off her words and reached
for her hand. “Put down that book.”
“Very well, then what is here? You are still not giving me an
answer, despite my ineptitude at asking the question.”
Emily’s tease made Julia laugh again just as they stepped out
into the entrance hall of the house.
Charity’s dress was the first to come out. Elegant cream with
soft embroidery, it was both regal and demure, quite perfect
for Charity. She held it up against her body and turned round
to the younger women, clearly longing for their opinions.
She lifted the lid, just as something felt wrong. The tissue
paper that covered the gown was ripped. Thinking it must
have been damaged in transport, she pushed the tissue paper
to the side and reached for the sleeves of the gown. Yet as
she pulled it out of the box, a beautiful gown was not
revealed.
It was still intact, but barely. Huge cuts and slashes had been
made in the material, cutting it through to such a degree
that in some places, sections were barely hanging on by a
thread.
“My goodness.” Julia practically tripped on the marble floor
in her effort to reach Emily’s side. “How can this happen?”
Emily could not answer. It was plain to see the slash marks.
Someone had taken tailoring scissors to the material, cutting
it up beyond all recognition.
“Then she will have to work quickly to see the task done. We
paid for this dress, and I will not have it delivered to you like
this.”
There was not an inch of the hall that was not decorated.
Warm summer blooms had been brought into the house,
trailing along the white stone archways and pillars that
bordered either side of the room, with dark purple wisteria
petals and long green leaves, interspersed with white roses.
Every now and then amongst the greenery candles were
discretely placed, complimenting the candle chandeliers that
hung down from the ceiling.
“For you.”
“For me?” Aaron jerked his head back toward his mother,
cricking his neck from the suddenness of the movement.
“My future.” Aaron could not stop the smile that overtook
his features. “On that note, there is something I wish to ask
you. I need your advice.”
“Wait, mother, I have not asked Emily yet. Let us see if she
says yes first.” Yet the memory of the way Emily had kissed
him gave him good reason to hope. She had kissed him so
sweetly with such barely restrained passion that he struggled
to keep his imagination at bay these days. He knew what he
wanted. I want to spend my life with her.
“I am sure she will say yes,” Joyce said as she dried more
tears. Then her eyes flicked behind Aaron, as if noticing
someone for the first time. “Hugh! Hugh, have you heard the
good news?”
“Yes?” he said, trying to tear his arm out of her grasp but
she would not let it happen.
“Are you certain of this?” Hugh asked, his scowl so deep that
thick lines formed in his brow.
There was a time I would have fallen at her feet with that look.
Not now.
“How can you say such a thing?” His sudden loud voice
made Aaron freeze and look around the staff. He would not
allow his mother to be embarrassed by the two of them
arguing so loudly in front of others, so he was forced to turn
back and walk to the table again, urging Hugh to lower his
voice with a wave of his hand. “I am your family. Who else
can discuss this with you?”
“You are not rushing into marriage then in the hope to make
us feel guilty?” Hugh’s words made a deadening silence drop
between the three of them. Aaron stood straight, feeling his
spine go rigid.
“Aaron! How can you say such a thing?” Jane’s words made
both Aaron and Hugh snap their gazes toward her.
Aaron did not stop at first, he walked all the way through the
house and out onto the drive before she managed to catch up
with him. Aaron was reaching toward a horse that awaited
him, ready to ride home to change for the ball when Jane
reached his side.
Before she could say anymore, Aaron dug his heels into the
horse’s sides and urged him forward. At once the steed leapt
to his bidding and rode him home. Aaron did not think of the
conversation with Jane and Hugh his whole ride home,
instead, he rehearsed what he was going to say to Emily. How
do I ask her to marry me?
Emily stared down at the box that had been delivered,
breathing deeply and feeling her hands begin to quiver. It
had only just arrived and feeling incapable of opening it in
front of others, she had hurried to her own chamber and
hidden herself there, to open the box alone.
“Please,” she whispered into the air. “Do not let it happen
again.”
“Thank the lord.” She released a breath she had not realized
she had been holding as she lifted the gown from the box.
So many ladies had been in and out of that modiste the last
week in preparation for the ball that it did not slim down the
number of suspects. What was more, enough ladies were
escorted to the modiste by gentlemen, that Emily could not
even be certain it was a lady.
For one awful minute as she sat on the bed beside the newly
made dress, pulling it into her lap, she remembered the way
she had been greeted at the Duke of Parson’s house by his
youngest son, Lord Hugh.
“When I heard my brother was to court a young lady, you are just
not what I pictured.”
“Ah, I see the dress has arrived. Thank goodness for that.”
Helena scurried forward, admiring the dress before she
turned to Emily with a letter she proffered. “I’ll return soon
to help you dress, but I thought I should deliver this now. It
just arrived at the door. The messenger didn’t leave a name
of the sender.”
‘End your courtship tonight at the ball. I will not issue another
warning. This is the last of them. Beware of what is to follow if
you do not end things tonight.’
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Here I am,” she said with a playful smile on her lips. Aaron
momentarily forgot to greet her family and took her hand,
lifting it eagerly to his lips to kiss the back. The way the tops
of her cheeks blushed at the kiss made something in his
chest warm.
“You can depend upon it,” Aaron nodded his head in Lord
Dowding’s direction before leading Emily toward the
dancefloor.
They took a few steps away from the family before she subtly
pulled on his hand, urging him to stop. He turned his gaze
on her, noting the way her bold smile faltered. At that look,
he adjusted his hold upon her, so that his fingers entwined
with hers.
“Not yet.” She shook her head, defiantly. “It said this was
my last warning, that I had to end our courtship tonight or
else.”
“Of course not!” she said quickly, making him sigh with
relief. Fear had struck him so hard at the thought of losing
her, it only made him more determined that what he wished
to do tonight was right. Once they were married, he would
not lose her. “I just wanted you to know.”
“I quite agree.”
“Thank god for that.” He looped her hand through his arm
as he led her across the ballroom. “Then come with me. I am
determined to see you smile as much as possible tonight.”
“Then I’ll let them whisper.” His playful words were uttered
as he took hold of her, ready for the waltz to begin. With his
hand resting on her waist and his other hand in hers, he
could feel the way she had flinched in surprise, then her
palm had warmed in his grasp.
“Perhaps there is one other clue for this riddle I can offer.”
As he led her into the dance, he drew her closer, whispering
in her ear. “I have a question I wish to ask you later tonight.”
“Aaron?” Jane’s voice made him still with the punch and lift
his head from the glasses to meet her gaze.
“After all that passed between us, you really wish for such a
formality?” she asked quietly.
“I think it best, do you not?” he asked, dumbfounded by her
surprise.
“We once were. That was a long time ago.” He dismissed the
idea, turning his focus back down to the punch glasses in
front of him and pouring them out from the silver and
enameled ladle placed in the punch bowl.
“As you wish,” Aaron gave way and turned to face Jane
properly. “Speak as you wish to.”
“Not here.” She shook her head. “Come, follow me. We must
be somewhere private.”
“Private?” Aaron did not like the idea. His gaze flicked
toward Emily and her family on the other side of the
ballroom, his thoughts moving quickly. She was gathered
with her brother and his wife, the three of them laughing
warmly about something. He longed to be a part of the joke
and return to her side. Soon!
“I will tell you all.” Her words were strangely fierce as she
stepped toward him.
“Lady Emily?”
The voice made Emily frown a little as she turned round to
greet the person addressing her name. She recognized it
instantly – Lord Hugh. With Julia at her side, she linked
arms with her, finding she needed that support of a friend
when looking at a man who so obviously disliked her.
“Lord Hugh, how are you?” she said politely and offered a
curtsy. He hurriedly bowed to her, though he did not respond
to the words. There was something off in his expression,
something that suggested concern. “Have you met my
sister-in-law? This is Lady Bolton.”
“Thank you,” Lord Hugh bowed his head to the two of them
and walked away, clearly intent on following his brother.
“To see where Aaron has gone,” Emily said distractedly. She
walked through the ballroom with Julia following closely
behind her.
She had found Aaron at last, only he was not alone. A maid
was standing at the edge of the terraced garden, with her
gaze turned away. In the middle of the terrace, Aaron was
with someone. He was with Miss Drew, with her arms
wrapped around his neck, locked in a passionate embrace,
and a kiss.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
E mily could not blink. She was too busy staring at the
sight before her, of Miss Drew’s arms around Aaron and
their lips pressed together. Aaron was jerking backward as he
saw the others on the terrace. He shoved Miss Drew hard,
pushing her away and breaking their connection.
Emily flicked her gaze to Jane. She was not so sure about
Lord Hugh’s words. To Emily’s mind, Jane had been as
involved in that kiss as Aaron had been.
“Emily, please listen – what are you doing?” Aaron had tried
to reach Emily, but Lord Hugh stepped in the way, blocking
off his path.
“I cannot believe you,” Lord Hugh muttered, advancing
forward, and forcing Aaron to step back. “Don’t you know
brothers should be happy for each other’s happiness? Yet
you never could be, could you? You were always so jealous.”
Emily could not handle it. Her mind was a whir with
thoughts, each one blending into the next in horrid
realization. He was never truly over Miss Drew. She was always
there, in his heart, she had to be. Despite everything. Then… what
do I mean to him?
Was our courtship all just to make Miss Drew jealous? All leading
to this moment of a reunion between them?
“Talk? So that you can do what? Spin this round to make you
look like you are in the right? That is not possible right
now.” Lord Hugh advanced toward him again, but this time
Aaron did not back up. He held his ground, staring down his
brother.
“Ever since Jane told you we cared for each other, you have
gone out of your way to separate us, haven’t you?” Lord
Hugh’s words were accusing as he thrust a finger in Aaron’s
chest.
Is that what this has all been about? The thought crushed her.
“You are not making sense to me.” Aaron snapped. “The
first I knew about you two caring for each other was when I
found you two together, that fateful night. She never told me
anything of it.”
Emily wanted to believe it. The words broke through the mist
of sadness, longing to believe it was true. As all eyes turned
on Miss Drew though, looking for her to confirm it, the
atmosphere between them all began to shift.
The will to believe him was fading. How could she? She had
seen them kissing with her own eyes and before Aaron had
pushed Miss Drew off, there was a beat where they were
there together, kissing one another.
“I…” Emily stumbled back so far that she collided with the
wall of the house. Julia followed her, before taking her hand
and trying to prize her away from the scene.
“You are blind, Hugh.” Aaron was arguing with his brother,
the two practically locked hand in hand together, with a
physical fight inches away. “Can’t you see what your
betrothed has done to us? Can’t you see who she really is
now?”
Julia did not need telling twice. She took Emily’s arm and
steered her back into the house.
“No. Emily!” Aaron was calling after her, but he could not
escape his brother and Emily had no wish to come back to
hear it all again.
“Good lord, Emily. I’m right here, you do not have to shout it
–”
“Not now, Arthur.” Her voice was sharp, commanding his
attention. At once he lost his usual humored smile and
lowered his punch glass down to the table, looking between
Emily and Julia as she arrived at his side.
“Stop who?”
“Not now, Arthur. Just go and do it. They are on the garden
terrace.” Julia urged him forward with a shove in his arm. He
went at once, asking no more questions.
“Now, we need to find your father and get you home.” Julia
took Emily’s arm again, leading her through the crowded
guests. She found she was growing increasingly weak, unable
to lift her gaze to meet Julia’s as they walked. Instead, she
fixed her focus on walking, her eyes marking the bejeweled
slipper shoes she was wearing that kept appearing out of the
bottom of her gown.
“What has happened?” Archibald was the next one there, his
manner and body so taut, he looked ready for a fight.
“I cannot explain it.” Emily shook her head and closed her
eyes, unable to utter the words. Yet with her closed eyes the
thought of what she had seen was back. It was dancing there
in the darkness, the sight of seeing Aaron kissing Miss Drew.
Her eyes shot open once again, dissipating the image. “I
need to go home.”
“I cannot tell them. You will have to tell them, Julia,” Emily
said, turning her head away. As a handkerchief was thrust in
front of her, she took it, using it to hide her face from the
people at the ball that were looking their way, than
bothering to dry her tears. What is the point in drying them?
More will come along to replace those I dry.
“In the carriage,” Julia said calmly. “I will tell you there.”
Emily drowned out the words of her family as Archibald
returned and arrangements were discussed. The carriage was
being brought round for the family, but a separate phaeton
carriage that belonged to the Duke of Parson would bring
Arthur home later, who could not leave at this moment, not
whilst he was needed.
Emily was too busy replaying what she had just seen. She
was comparing the feeling of Aaron’s kiss, with how he had
looked when he had kissed Jane. The two of them had fitted
well together, with Aaron’s dark handsome looks and tall
stature, beside Miss Drew’s fair-haired beauty and almost
equally tall frame. They fit. I do not fit Aaron.
She eagerly trod the path out of the door and along the
driveway to the waiting carriage. Inside, lit by one candle
lantern, she sat between Charity and Julia, with Grace and
Archibald perched opposite. Once the carriage lurched
forward, Grace was the first to speak.
“Why did we have to leave like the fire of hell was at our
heels?” Grace asked in panic. “Pray, tell us what has
happened.”
“Well, it’s difficult to explain…” Julia fidgeted, clearly
struggling with the words. Emily knew she could not ask
Jane to speak of it for her, it was her task to do. She sniffed,
halting her tears momentarily as she lifted her gaze to her
family, ready to explain herself.
Whoever wrote those letters has gotten what they wanted; they
just cannot have known this was how it would happen in the end.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“It has been coming for ages, hasn’t it?” Hugh asked,
reaching forward, and trying to grab Aaron’s lapels.
Is she smiling?
She was. It was plain to see. She was smiling as she looked
between them, watching on.
He and Hugh had been playing out on the lawn with toy
soldiers when Jane had been brought round by her parents.
She had claimed to Hugh that Aaron had stolen one of his
soldiers. It was hours later before they realized Jane had had
the toy all the time.
When he had come out here to talk with her, the last thing he
had expected was the way she had advanced toward him,
saying that there would always be this bond between them,
despite what had happened. Aaron had denied it, explaining
that whatever he had once felt for Jane was gone, but she
would not have it. That is when she had reached up and
kissed him. He had been too shocked to push her off at first,
not until he realized they had an audience. Then he had
shoved her away.
“Yes,” Jane said and affected a curtsy, with the maid closely
behind her.
“Aaron? Get back here.” Hugh was back on the terrace again,
advancing toward him.
Aaron held up his hands, trying to ward off Hugh like a wild
animal as he backed up.
“I will not.”
“How can you say that?” Hugh was not listening, still in his
rage. Aaron knew he had to cut through that rage, somehow.
“You said she told you of a conversation that we shared, one
where she told me the two of you cared for each other.”
“No, I will not believe her capable of that.” Hugh shook his
head, insistently.
“Hugh, be serious,” Aaron spoke gently. “I didn’t think she
was, but as children, she was always setting us against each
other, wasn’t she? What of when she took our toy soldiers?”
“Perhaps she grew bored easily. It’s how she takes her
amusement in the world.” Lord Bolton’s words were making
such sense that Aaron found himself reaching for the low-
lying wall surrounding the terrace and sitting down. Hugh
sat beside him; the two brothers silent for a minute as the
truth washed over them.
“Do you still want to?” Aaron shuddered at the thought. The
mere idea of Hugh being beholden to someone who had
manipulated them both in such a way was crushing.
“First, let us clean up. We’re both in such a state she’ll run
away from either of us the way we are.”
“Would you come with me?”
“She stayed here last night in the guest chambers. She will
be here somewhere. Come with me to see her. I think it’s
about time we both spoke to her honestly.”
“As you wish.” Still, Joyce looked nervous as she stood to her
feet and walked out of the room.
Hugh sat down beside Jane as Aaron made his way across the
room, determined to put some distance between them. Once
the door closed behind their mother, Jane was the first to
speak.
Aaron dropped the thank you note back down to the coffee
table in front of Jane. There was no point in her arguing
against it. He knew he had seen that handwriting somewhere
before and here was the proof of it.
“What else has she done?” Hugh asked, his tone growing
wary indeed.
“Why would you care when you were marrying me?” Hugh
asked, motioning to his chest.
He looked back to her at last, noting the way her face was
impassive.
“That is not how I would describe it, but…” Her words made
Hugh slowly stand to his feet, walking toward Aaron’s side.
It was a symbolic moment, with Hugh moving away from her
and coming to stand beside Aaron. “Where are you going?”
Jane asked, addressing Hugh alone.
“What?” She stood to her feet, so fast that she knocked the
coffee table in front of her and nearly sent all the thank you
cards flying. “Of course, I care for you. Both of you. You are
practically my family.”
“Why are you talking in the past tense?” she cried, flicking
the blonde curls that had escaped her updo back across her
shoulder and offering a sweet smile. It was an attempt at
manipulation. “Hugh, darling, we are not going to let this
destroy what we share, are we?”
“Hugh, I –”
“Did you ever love me?” Hugh demanded, cutting her off. “A
yes or no will suffice.”
“If I was to place a wager on this matter, Hugh, I’d say that
Jane cares for you. After all, she chose to marry you after the
two of you were caught together.” Aaron kept his gaze on
Hugh as he spoke, not wanting to give Jane the satisfaction
of looking at her again. “But maybe all that she really loved
was the control and the manipulation of how you felt. How
often did she provoke you into being angry at me? How often
did she bring up the subject of me when you were courting?”
“He did not.” Hugh shook his head. “We spoke to your maid,
Jane. She confirmed all that Aaron said.”
Aaron cursed under his breath, pushing the wet hair back
from his forehead. The heat of the summer months seemed
to be breaking and rain was come at last, yet it was pouring
it down. Within a few minutes of his ride, Aaron was soaked
to the bone. Now he was getting wetter still, standing on the
porch steps in front of the Dowding’s house and being
refused entry as fresh globules of water splattered his skin.
“No.” The butler held the door only open a little, clearly
refusing Aaron entry. Aaron was debating barging the door
open to go in when he heard a voice he recognized. It
belonged to Lord Bolton.
“No.” Aaron shook his head. He could not allow it. “She will
hate me for what happened. How can I let that go on? It is
not the truth, my Lord. I love your sister; I wouldn’t do
anything to hurt her.”
“Lord Tattershall, go.” Lord Bolton urged him back down the
porch steps, further out into the rain. “Today is not the day
to fight for her.”
Maybe today is not the day to fight for her, but I’m not giving up
yet. I’m coming back.
Aaron stumbled into the house with his clothes soaked to the
bone. For some reason, he had felt unable to go home and
ended up at his parents’ house instead. As he walked into the
hallway, Jane passed him. She said nothing, only directed her
maid forward with a flick of her hand, carrying the bags for
her.
Aaron watched as she hurried out to the carriage that had
awaited her with a footman and a driver ready to take her
away.
Emily.
She was the thought that crushed him the most. The pain
etched into her features when she had found him with Jane
kissing him; it was a look he was certain he would never
forget.
“Yes, but I was led around like a puppet by her for long
enough. If I was smarter, maybe I could have seen it sooner,
but I did not.” Hugh stood to his feet, his manner suggesting
determination had taken hold of him. “Tomorrow morning,
we shall go first thing in the carriage. You will wait inside
whilst I go in and plead for them to hear you out. Maybe I
can get you in through that door.”
‘Elizabeth waited all day at the tavern window, but he did not
come. No matter how long she gazed upon the streets of the port
town, they remained firmly empty.
“Why do you sit there for so long, Elizabeth?” her father called to
her. She had a feeling he knew the truth deep down.
It was moments like these that hurt the most, when she
knew how close she had come to being happy, only to have it
taken from her. She had a feeling Elizabeth was right in the
text. Emily had never chosen to give her heart to Aaron, yet
it had happened anyway. He had earned it until the ball,
where he had discarded it like used up paper.
‘Her father was soon gone, and Elizabeth was left alone in the
tavern room, with her maid asleep in the corner and one candle
beside Elizabeth to keep her company.
“Let us go now.”’
“What you and I saw at the ball was not the truth of the
matter.”
“Marry her? Good god no, he cannot stand the sight of her.”
Lord Hugh stepped toward Emily with eagerness. “No man
could be more devoted to another. He is devoted to you, Lady
Emily.”
“Because your mother would not let him see you yesterday.”
“Very well,” Emily said, chewing her lip with nerves. “I will
see him.”
“Because Miss Drew kissed me, I did not kiss her.” Aaron
spoke with wide eyes, not blinking once as he held her gaze.
“She drew me into the garden saying we needed to speak
about Hugh. That was why I was there. Then she kissed me. I
was shocked and pushed her off, just as you arrived. If you
want the proof of it, then you can speak to her maid. She saw
it all! She can concur exactly what happened.”
Emily could see it all so easily in her mind’s eye, the way
that Miss Drew would have pulled back the lid of that box
when the modiste was looking elsewhere and taken some of
the tailoring scissors off the side to cut the dress into shreds.
“We have sent her out of our lives and Hugh will no longer
marry her,” Aaron’s words brought her back to the moment.
“Please, Emily, I need you to know the truth of how I really
feel.”
“You do not care for miss Drew?” Emily asked, feeling her
excitement return as a small smile appeared on her face.
“You do?”
“It has been,” she said softly, startled as Aaron drew her
fully into the study to face her father, with Charity watching
from the doorway.
“Then I truly hope you will not hurt her again, my Lord,”
Archibald said as he stood to his feet. “Courtships can end in
many broken hearts, after all.”
Emily reeled, half stumbling back. She thought she might fall
over had it not been for Aaron’s grasp upon her hand,
pulling her back to his side.
She could have been Elizabeth in her book, feeling that rush
of love as the Captain appeared outside of the tavern. Aaron
had come for her after all, and he was indeed the man she
had always thought him to be, the man she had fallen in love
with.
The last few days may have been turbulent, but because of it,
she had come to see the true strength of what he felt for her.
He wanted her for life at his side, and that gave her
confidence in the fact she had fallen in love with the right
man, more than anything else.
“Yes.”
EPILOGUE
Emily was nervous. She still had not looked into the mirror,
not yet. She was too busy fiddling with her hands and
looking down at the pristine white gown.
“Is that what the problem is?” Julia asked, placing her hands
on her hips and standing in front of Emily, drawing her gaze.
“Look soon, or I will be forced to drag the mirror round here
so you can see yourself.”
“I’m looking,” Emily assured her. “Just give me a minute.”
“Quite so.”
“So, are you ready?” Julia asked, beckoning Emily toward the
door.
“I’m ready,” she said with glee, walking quickly out the
door. Ever since Aaron had asked her to marry him, she had
pictured this day, now that it was here, it scarcely seemed
real.
She knew she was making her way toward the chapel on the
Duke of Parson’s estate, one laden with flowers for the
occasion. It would be beautiful, but as much as she was
looking forward to the ceremony, she was looking forward to
the time after it. She longed for the celebration and the
wedding breakfast, for time alone with Aaron, where they
would no longer need a chaperone, and all that the future
had to bring.
As she hurried to the stairs, with Julia and Grace behind her,
talking excitedly of what the wedding would be like, Emily
tried to quell her beating heart, for it was going so fast, she
thought it might burst out of her chest. When she reached
the top of the stairs, Archibald’s attention was alerted and he
looked up the steps, his pacing falling still as he found her.
Lady Dowding was sat with her son, Lord Bolton, already
dabbing around her eyes with a handkerchief.
The sound of the door opening made Aaron flick his gaze to
the door. The organ music began just as the doors opened,
revealing Emily at last.
As soon as she stepped through with Lord Dowding on her
arm and her bridesmaids behind her, Aaron felt at peace. All
sense of fidgeting left him with Emily moving toward him,
with such a smile on her face that she looked ready to run
down the aisle toward him.
“Do you know what, that might well have been her intention
when she introduced us. A little matchmaking. Thank god for
it!” he beamed as Emily reached his side and he took her
from her father’s arm, drawing her toward him. “What took
you so long?” he playfully whispered to Emily.
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