He drew back from her and looked down into her face. There were tears streaming down her cheeks, but her smile remained. Thaddeus put his hand on her chin, drawing her face up towards his. He moved deliberately, not wanting to rush. He placed his mouth on hers, gently and tenderly. She reached up toward him returning the kiss. He closed his eyes and the entire world fell away. He felt as if the whole world had exploded into majestic, brilliant color. He felt that he had finally decided exactly who he wanted to be. He wanted to be Evie’s husband.
Chapter 40
It was beyond her wildest dreams. As their lips parted, she looked up at her future husband in disbelief. Never on that afternoon when they had first been introduced, would Evie have imagined that they would one day be bond for marriage. He was far too high above her then. She had little hope for what was to come. Since meeting him, everything had changed.
She looked into his steady eyes, unsure of what she was getting herself into. She wondered at what point she had been wrong about him. Was it when she thought him cold and austere? Was it when she thought him reckless and unreliable? Was it then that she found him to be a good future husband? She could not know. All she knew was what she felt.
Evie felt with him that she had a future much better than any of her other prospects. It was not just about becoming a duchess. It was about having found a man that she would not mind following wherever he went. She thought about the talk she had with her mother about why she had not left her father. It was just then when she had come to understand what marriage truly meant.
Yes, it was about solidifying a future. However, it was also about committing one's self to a person who meant more than just a hefty wealth and proper status. It was about aligning with a person that no matter the circumstances would be a good bet. She believed Thaddeus would not make her regret her decision. She had considered Lord Boyd and even Sir Drake, but she knew now what had given her such hesitation. She could not see herself being Lady Henry Boyd or Lady Simon Drake. It seemed that from the first moments at that afternoon party, she was destined to be Evie Wellington, Duchess of Geiser. Finally, she no longer feared for her fate.
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Chapter 1
The Season promised to be a lovely one. Outside the window, Lydia could see flowers blooming and neatly-trimmed trees swaying in the wind. The world invited her out, as if it had decided to throw a ball to rival the ones in Town.
Despite the lovely morning, Lydia felt neither excitement nor hope. In fact, she was ruminating on a melancholy reminder of days past. She would have continued to sit in silence if her mother had not interrupted.
“Honestly, Diana. This dreadful atmosphere will give me indigestion.” Lady St. Clair frowned and slid her teacup onto its saucer. “I do not understand your determination to stagnate.”
Diana sighed and took up her teacup. “I apologize, Mother. I do not mean to upset you.”
“You might have fooled me.” Lady St. Clair raised an eyebrow, her eyes sharp as she pinned her daughter with a stony gaze. “There is no reason for your demeanor to be so horrible. Especially not when you have taken it upon yourself.”
“I did not mean to become a spinster,” Diana replied. She despised the word almost as much as the conversation she was currently having. It was so rude.
No one had called her as much to her face, but Diana knew her reputation among social circles. Most questioned her lack of interest in being pursued. Other, more unkind women speculated that she was a mistress.
None of it was true, of course. Diana kept the truth to herself, like the petals of a flower she kept pressed in her diary. The flower had long since dried nearly to dust, but she still turned the pages to look at it.
Lady St. Clair scoffed quietly. “Well, you certainly did not make much of an attempt to rectify your situation.”
“Mother, please. I was—”
“You were waiting.”
“I was,” Diana insisted, a small seed of resentment blooming in her chest. “I was in love.”
She still was, or so she believed. She felt the same weight in her heart, though it had since become an ache dulled with time.
“Love,” Lady St. Clair muttered. She shook her head and pushed her teacup away. It was a wonder the contents did not spill. “I do not know where you developed this fascination with the concept.”
“You and Father love one another.” Diana stared down at the table. She had heard this argument in her mind a hundred times over. It never concluded positively.
Lady St. Clair was unwavering. “Certainly. But you are sorely mistaken if you believe we were wildly in love when we were married.”
“Weren’t you?” Diana challenged. “Mother, please. You knew one another for years. You even kept a book of letters he sent you.”
“I thought I had taught you better,” Lady St. Clair said gravely. “But I see I am mistaken.”
Diana’s hands curled in her skirts. She had hoped to sway her mother to her side, but the years had worn her thin. Diana’s mother had entertained the concept of waiting for a year, but by the second, she had doubted.
Diana could not blame her mother. Even she had worried after the first year. After there were no letters and no word of a return date.
“I am only speaking the truth,” Diana said quietly.
“Perhaps. Yet you fail to remember that my marriage was one of chance. It was luck that wed me to your father,” Lady St. Clair said evenly. “Do not imagine that we eloped as the lower classes might, or that we stood against centuries of conduct to be together.”
Diana fell silent as she stared into the teacup before her. The contents were as murky as her heart felt. She could not untangle her thoughts about the love she had lost or the pain she still felt.
After so many years, she should have forgotten. Five years apart was more time than she had known the man of her dreams, and she was acutely aware of the fact.
“It is too late to argue about this,” Diana finally said. “I pledged that I would wait, and I have.”
“It was a foolish thing to do,” Lady St. Clair said quietly. “You knew nothing, as you still do. There is time yet to find you a suitable husband.”
“Is there?” Diana shook her head and turned her teacup. The contents were likely cold already. “I do not think there are any men of my station willing to marry a woman of my age.”
“You appear young yet.” Lady St. Clair pursed her lips before standing, finished with the charade of breakfast. “This is a discussion for another time. See to it that you do not pledge yourself to any other men while I attempt to save what is left of your reputation.”
Diana was silent as she watched her mother leave. Her tea was as cold as she thought it would be, and she abandoned it to stand by the window.
If she looked closely, Diana could imagine she was young again. Just debuted, a flower in spring, her eyes drawn to a handsome young man with a pleasant smile. On the anniversary of his departure, nothing stung more than the memory.
“Did you ever wish to return to me?” she asked the silent room. “Or was it all a lie?”
Diana received no more answer than she had received to the countless prayers she’d uttered over the years. She drew away from the window, silent, and promised herself to forget. If she even could.
***
Lord Arthur Hyatt
For the first time in years, Arthur found himself on dry land. Even as he stood in place, he imagined he could feel the ground shifting like the boards of a ship. He wondered if the world would ever stop rock
ing for him.
Home again. Arthur could recognize the façade of his family estate, but the journey from the docks had been peppered with new shops and scenery he did not recognize. It felt good to be somewhere that had not changed.
Arthur entered the hall of his family’s home to silence. There was no great fanfare, but he could hear someone in the drawing room. They approached the door until suddenly he found himself facing his mother.
“Arthur,” she gasped, her eyes shining with joy and relief. “Oh, my son.”
Arthur carefully accepted his mother’s hug. Her eyes were teary. “You are just as I remember you,” he said kindly. “Certainly, you are as gentle, Mother. Do not weep. I am home.”
“Yes. But I have not seen you in years,” she replied, a sigh escaping her. “Forgive your mother for her sentimentality. I have feared for you since you set foot on the dock.”
“There was no cause to fret,” Arthur said patiently. “I am perfectly capable of looking after myself.”
“I have no doubt.” Lady Hyatt shook her head. “But that is quite enough. I am sure you would like to sit.”
Arthur followed his mother into the drawing room. He felt as if at any moment, the walls around him would change and he would be left standing in a house he did not recognize.
There was only one conspicuous absence that stirred Arthur’s suspicion. He kept his questions to himself until he was seated with his mother in the drawing room, the curtains drawn to let the light in.
“Where is Father?” Arthur paused, considering his words. “I did not expect he would meet me at the docks, but I assumed he would be here.”
Lady Hyatt sighed. “He was called away on business early this morning. He meant to be home to greet you.”
“I understand,” Arthur replied. Even as he spoke the words, he felt a twinge of despair. Five years away from home had shown him how precious his family was.
“He really did want to be here,” Lady Hyatt said quietly. “I only hope he returns soon.”
Arthur did not have to formulate a proper reply. The distant sound of the door opening and words being exchanged caught Arthur’s attention. He recognized the sound of his father’s shoes approaching and Arthur nearly felt like a child again.
The footsteps stopped in the doorway. Arthur stood to greet his father, a sense of peace flooding him as he saw the man. It was as if the world was perfectly righted.
“There he is.” Lord Hyatt abruptly entered. He extended a hand to his son once he was close enough, his grip firm on Arthur’s arm. “My son.”
“Father.” Arthur smiled. “I have returned. I hope that in my absence, I have honored the family name.”
“I believe that you have done your utmost to do so,” Lord Hyatt replied. He was a quiet man with a worn and gray countenance, but there was wisdom and strength in his gaze.
A sense of disquiet washed over Arthur. He could see more lines on his father’s face than he remembered, and he was keenly aware of how much time had passed and how much his parents had aged.
All around Arthur were reminders of the passage of time. The world had continued without him, and he had come back to find it changed.
“There are matters we must speak of,” Lord Hyatt said. “Matters of business and marriage.”
Arthur froze, his hand suspended halfway through the air. “Marriage?”
“Of course.” Lord Hyatt sighed and moved to the nearby window, examining the scenery. “It is only natural. Your departure was unfortunately abrupt, but there is still time.”
“I appreciate that.” Arthur fished for words; he was at a loss, his father’s sudden declaration ringing in his ears. “Is that of the utmost importance at this time?”
“Of course,” Lord Hyatt said calmly. “You are a bachelor entering the later years of your marriageable life. It would be wise for you to do this now.”
“We would have seen you married before you left,” Lady Hyatt admitted. “But there was not enough time.”
It was the first that Arthur had heard of any intentions toward marriage. He could not think of anything fitting to say to his parents.
Of course, Arthur’s thoughts turned to the woman he had left behind. The sweetheart whose rosy countenance he had thought of when he was away. He would close his eyes and remember her lovely, dark hair and soft blue eyes. The way she had blushed when she turned her gaze from his face.
“I am not averse to it,” Arthur finally admitted. “Though perhaps we may speak of this once I have rested.”
“Of course,” Lady Hyatt gasped, suddenly approaching her husband to place a cautioning hand on his arm. “It must have been such a journey for you. Your room has been made up, of course.”
“Thank you.” Arthur nearly sighed in relief. He had only been home for a few hours, but he felt more exhausted than he had felt in some months when he was away.
Lord Hyatt nodded shortly. “We will speak later, then. There is much to arrange.”
“Of course.” Arthur hesitated, unsure of whether he should say more. He wanted to explain his hesitancy to marry, but it would require admitting the love he still remembered from before he had left.
Arthur did not think either of his parents expected that he would have held to the same woman he had left behind. They likely thought it had been a childish romance, or one lacking true substance and devotion.
Lady Hyatt smiled reassuringly. “You should rest now. There will be plenty of time to speak later, and I would like you to escort me out in two days’ time.”
“Yes. I would like that very much,” Arthur replied. He would have time to speak with his mother then, and perhaps she would have the information he sought about his former sweetheart.
“Good.” Lady Hyatt took Arthur’s hands in hers. “Rest. In the morning, we will have breakfast and speak about the future.”
The future was uncertain, but Arthur did not say as much. He simply smiled and bid his parents farewell before he left the drawing room, the exhaustion of his journey weighing suddenly on his shoulders.
Arthur wondered if his books were still in order, and if there was still a flower pressed into the pages of his favorite book. He hoped it was true, but he was too tired to check when he reached his room. He resolved to look in the morning, and then he lay down and closed his eyes, surrendering to the sweet silence of sleep.
Chapter 2
Once again, Diana found herself reminiscing on a beautiful morning. The flowers in the park were in bloom, and each one she saw reminded her of sweeter days.
Diana was in the company of her good friend, Ellen Lilley. Miss Lilley was younger than Diana, but her maturity and resistance to rumor made her a wonderful friend. Miss Lilley was keen on listening, but she never participated in the gossip that went around women’s circles.
“So, your mother has once again impressed upon you the importance of marriage?” Miss Lilley asked, her gloved hand twirling the parasol she held between them.
Diana nearly sighed. It was exhausting just to think about conversations with her mother. “She did. It is a yearly occurrence. I am not overly concerned.”
“You should be,” Miss Lilley replied, surprised. “It has been so long, Diana.”
“You are of the same mind as her?” Diana asked, incredulous. “Perhaps you should be spending time with my mother rather than myself, then.”
Miss Lilley shook her head. “I mean you no disrespect, Diana. But you must know what your situation appears to be.”
“Perhaps I need to be reminded,” Diana said stiffly.
Miss Lilley sighed. “You are going to be a spinster for the remainder of your life if you do not find a suitable husband.”
Diana was quiet. She knew Miss Lilley spoke the truth, as harsh and undesirable as the truth was. Diana was not averse to spending her life alone, though the concept sounded less appealing as the years passed.
Diana’s situation was not one she had ever anticipated. She had assumed she would be married young, a
nd she had prepared herself for the day it would happen. Never did Diana expect that she would be walking with a woman three years her junior who was engaged, while Diana was not.
“I did not mean for this to happen,” Diana said quietly. “I thought…”
“I know,” Miss Lilley said reassuringly. “Your great romance. How young were you?”
“Nineteen. It was more than a childish infatuation,” Diana insisted. “He was an absolute gentleman, and I expected him to propose.”
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