Time Will Tell (Timeless Series)

by Loyd, Sandy

  “My, my.” Colin shook his head, tsk-tsking. “The temperance ladies would have a field day with you two. I suppose you both drink to excess, too.”

  “I’ve been known to sport a hangover now and again.” Libby grinned, enjoying his teasing. “How about you, Giselle? Ever drink too much French wine? Enough to cause a headache the next day? We mustn’t disappoint our host.”

  Giselle laughed and winked at Libby. “Of course, but only on special occasions.”

  “I’ll have to watch out for you, Miss Edwards,” Colin admitted, holding out his hand. “It’s time we head back.”

  Libby smiled, wishing that her time with him would never end.

  The horses seemed to sense their journey was ending and trotted at a faster pace. Every now and then Libby would egg Colin on, and a race would ensue. The two would shoot ahead of Giselle, galloping down the road at breakneck speed.

  “How did you do that,” Libby asked after losing the second of three races. “I should have easily beaten you.”

  “Skill?” Colin’s sideways grin was disarming.

  “Ha! I’m more skilled than you. I should have won, and you know it.”

  “I can’t allow that.” He shook his head. “Be happy for the one win. Where you’re concerned, I fight extra hard to maintain an advantage.”

  Libby grunted. “That’s so macho. You know, Colin, men and women are equal in the twenty-first century. We don’t play these little games of one-upping.”

  “Oh?” He eyed her for a moment too long. “I don’t belong to that century, so those rules don’t apply. Besides, I like playing games with you, Libby. What’s more, as long as we’re together, I’ll always relish winning.”

  Libby could only laugh at his audacity. He was the ultimate male. She didn’t mind losing to someone as sexy and as potent as he was. It made surrendering that much sweeter.

  Back at the hotel, Colin escorted the two women to their room. Before turning to leave, he said, “Be ready no later than 8:15. We don’t want to be too fashionably late. Dinner is served at nine.”

  ~

  Libby considered her reflection in the mirror. “Giselle, your sister is very talented. Look how beautifully this dress hangs. The material is gorgeous.” She felt transformed, as if she were Cinderella going to the ball. The midnight blue creation fit snugly at the bodice, bustled slightly in the back, and flowed into a small train. The gown, cut low in the front, showed off her sleek shoulders. Best of all, Libby loved having cleavage, which made wearing the corset easier to endure. “You need to pinch me so that I know it’s real.”

  “Oui, she is talented, but you make her creation shine.”

  Glancing at her new friend, Libby smiled. “You are also one to make a dress shine. Look at you. I’d venture to say, you’ll turn a few heads tonight.”

  “I just want to have a good time. I love to dance. Thank you, Libby, for insisting I do this. It is much better than going to dinner alone.”

  “Why is it that you can go to dinner alone and I can’t?” She scrunched up her nose. “I don’t understand all the social restrictions.”

  “There are a lot of rules, but it is not so bad in this country. Not like Great Britain, where they are tedious about how to act. Still, there is one similarity. The rules differ for the working class versus the wealthier class. If one is a servant, she is invisible.”

  “Seems kind of stupid, if you ask me.”

  “You will be with Colin. Wherever he goes, they know him. Since you’re with him…” Smiling, she shrugged.

  “God, I hate rules.”

  “Most are in place for our safety,” Giselle said in a no-nonsense tone. “Not all men are gentlemen, and many take advantage of women if they can.”

  Libby sighed. “I never thought about the women who went before me and paved the way to equality.”

  “You are talking about suffragettes, n’est-ce pas? Oui, I’ve heard of them. Some men do not like them. You should be careful about what you say in front of Colin’s friends.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ve had a little practice with Dave’s friends.”

  “Dave? Who is Dave? Does Colin know about him?”

  “It’s a long story.” Libby looked in the mirror again and patted her head. “I love what you’ve done to my hair. I realize short isn’t in, but it really looks chic. And what is that stuff you put on my eyelashes? My eyes stand out and appear darker, but I don’t look made up.”

  Giselle smiled smugly and winked. “I’ll never tell. We French have some secrets.”

  Moments later, Libby answered Colin’s knock at the door.

  “My God, Libby,” he said, standing in front of her. He motioned for her to turn around. “Look at you! I’ll be fending off the men all night.”

  Blushing, she looked down at her gown. “Thank you.” She cleared her throat and glanced at him, worrying her bottom lip. “Social situations aren’t my specialty. Dave always said I lacked polish. I hope I don’t embarrass you tonight.”

  “Dave is a fool. You lack no polish, Elizabeth. You’re brilliant the way you are, the rarest of gems.”

  Libby loved hearing his compliments. She slipped her arm into his curved elbow. “You look very dapper, Mr. Thorpe. I’m being escorted by the most handsome man of all.”

  Chuckling, Colin turned to Giselle, who now stood next to him. After telling her how beautiful she looked, he offered her his other elbow. “Shall we? I will be the envy of all who know me, escorting two lovely ladies to the ball.”

  He led them down the stairs and out of the hotel to George and the awaiting carriage. Colin helped both Libby and Giselle ascend into the vehicle before seating himself. George climbed on board and they were off.

  A mansion soon came into view as the open carriage turned onto a treelined drive.

  “Tomorrow, Jameson is having one of his balloon ascensions and fireworks afterward,” Colin said as the conveyance slowed, easing behind a line of other horse-drawn carriages.

  “That sounds like fun,” Libby said enthusiastically. “Who is Jameson?”

  “Jameson Claremont. He’s hosting the ball tonight.”

  George stopped the vehicle and jumped down.

  Arm in arm with Colin in the middle, the three started up the steps leading to a large veranda.

  Hundreds of candles flickered everywhere, shedding soft light into the now darkening night. Men in formal black-tie attire, complete with top hats, escorted gloved women dressed in gowns and matching hats, these colors more Renoir than Monet.

  Colin practically had to drag Libby into the huge entryway. “Don’t gawk, love. There are people behind us. You’ll have plenty of time to take in the sights later.”

  Amazing, she thought, picking up her pace. It was like stepping into a page from a fairy tale, so much so that Libby felt the magic of the event. Who wouldn’t want to attend a ball and dance by candlelight?

  This must be what it’s like to attend a Derby party that the elite of the city held every year, or walking the red carpet on Oscar night. When she realized there was a receiving line ahead, she froze. “Colin, they’re announcing people. Can’t we slip in the back?” She didn’t want to be singled out in such a public way.

  “There’s no reason to worry,” he said, offering a reassuring smile. “Trust me, Libby. You’re the loveliest woman here. No one will say or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Otherwise they’ll have to contend with me.”

  Nodding, she forced herself to relax and follow Giselle’s lead.

  She heard their names being called out as they walked farther into the room until they stood in front of a couple Libby assumed to be the Claremonts.

  “Colin, so nice to see you again,” the man said, shaking Colin’s hand. “I’m glad you’re out and about after your loss.”

  “Thank you, Jameson.” He turned to Libby. “May I present a friend of my mother’s and her companion. Miss Elizabeth Edwards and Giselle Franklin. Mr. and Mrs. Clare
mont.”

  Libby smiled. “So nice to meet you.”

  Giselle followed suit.

  “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Colin whispered in her ear.

  “No.” But this is only the beginning, she thought, still in awe over the scene in front of her.

  They were directed farther into the ballroom where Colin signaled a servant holding a tray of champagne-filled glasses.

  While sipping champagne, Libby met so many people it was hard to keep track of them all.

  Eventually Colin took her drink and set it down with his. “I’ve been waiting all afternoon to dance with you,” he said, leading her in a waltz that she was now comfortable in following. Libby sighed, loving the romance of being swept around the room while the orchestra played. She was living the fairy tale.

  “What do you think?” Colin released his hold as the music died. His hand lingered at the small of her back.

  “What can I think? It’s pretty impressive,” Libby replied honestly, looking into his questioning eyes. “I’ll never forget this night as long as I live. Thank you for bringing me.”

  He smiled. “The pleasure is all mine.”

  “Dinner is served,” a servant announced, and several formally-clad waiters steered the large group into the dining room. Never in her life had Libby seen anything so spectacular. Everywhere she looked, there were tables set with enough silver and crystal to fund a small war.

  Libby and Colin were seated at the main table, which held at least fifty people. Giselle, all smiles, sat across from them and next to one of the gentlemen she had danced with earlier.

  Talk while they ate centered on the new Louisville Jockey Club. There was much speculation. Libby smiled, knowing exactly what the future held.

  She also didn’t miss the speculative glances from several of the women at the table, at the same time wondering who they were. Did they have designs on Colin? They seemed very interested in what he was doing. A streak of jealousy went through her. The women were gorgeous and sophisticated—much like Dave’s colleagues’ wives. A horrible thought struck. Once she went home, Colin would be at these women’s mercy. Pain ripped through Libby at the image of Colin spending time with anyone other than her. Pushing the disturbing notion away, Libby refused to allow anything to spoil her time tonight.

  After dinner Giselle danced, and Colin became immersed in a conversation with Malcolm Webster, his solicitor. His wife, Susan, smiled at Libby as the two men chatted away. “This could last awhile,” she said. “Would you care to walk outside and get some air? These events can sometimes get stuffy.”

  Looking over to find Giselle once again being swept off her feet, Libby nodded. Her friend would be OK for a few minutes.

  “How long do you think they’ll be talking,” she asked as they headed toward the door. Libby liked Susan, in fact had felt immediately comfortable with her upon their introductions earlier that evening.

  Susan flashed a wicked smile. “We’ll give them about ten minutes to finish. If they haven’t found us by then, we’ll go looking for them.” Though tall and statuesque with striking features—shining black hair, a fair complexion, and ice-blue eyes—she was also a warm, friendly woman with a good sense of humor. Even though she appeared older, she didn’t make Libby feel gauche and unsophisticated like the Stepford wives did.

  As they reached the outside garden, Susan said, “You’re old family friends?” When Libby nodded, she offered a genuine smile. “Colin’s one of my favorite people, so it’s nice to see him smiling for a change.”

  Libby glanced back at Colin and her smile widened. “He does seem happy, doesn’t he? Did you know his wife?”

  “Yes. I knew Abby,” Susan said a little stiffly.

  Her unexpected change in demeanor threw Libby and she couldn’t stop from asking, “What was she like? Was she pretty?”

  “Abigail Thorpe was a beautiful woman.”

  It figures she’d be beautiful, Libby thought as her smile turned into a frown. “I’m still curious about her. I never got the chance to meet her.”

  “Colin deserved better. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but she wasn’t a pleasant person to be around,” Susan admitted, her expression becoming more solemn. “Unfortunately, due to our husbands’ relationship, we had to spend a lot of time together.” Susan stopped abruptly, clearly embarrassed, as if she’d said too much. “I hope you don’t repeat that. I should not have spoken out of turn. She was Colin’s wife, and as such she deserves my respect.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of saying anything,” Libby replied, squeezing her arm affectionately. “Colin’s lucky to have such good friends in you and your husband.”

  “Well, he’s just as lucky to have a friend in you, wouldn’t you say?” Susan said warmly. She place her hand over the one Libby had on her arm and added, “I think the men have had plenty of time to talk. Let’s go find them, shall we?”

  Slowly walking toward the back steps, Libby caught part of a conversation that carried from the corner of the house in the opposite direction.

  “She’s a friend of the family, so he says. Did you see her hair? It’s as short as a boy’s. What can that man be thinking to be bringing someone so gauche here?” The woman’s voice hesitated. “Besides, he’s still in mourning. His wife’s been dead less than a year.”

  Libby stopped short when she realized they were talking about her.

  “Oh, Caroline. Mourning never stopped you,” said the second voice. “You’re jealous because he never looked at you like that.”

  “She’ll never hold him, that’s for sure, at least not after he sees me again,” the first, more shrewish voice shot back.

  Susan also heard the exchange and whispered, “Vile gossip. We shouldn’t continue listening.” Neither moved as the second voice said, “He never looked at you before, what makes you think he’ll do it now?”

  “Of course, he never looked at me before. He was married at the time.”

  “That didn’t stop you from trying. Problem is, you haven’t figured out that he’s not interested in you. He does seem interested in that Elizabeth Edwards, though. Still, nothing will come of it. He’s married to his horse farm.”

  Susan shook her head and flashed a look that said, “Don’t believe it.”

  Knowing she shouldn’t eavesdrop, Libby couldn’t seem to summon the will to walk away.

  “You just don’t know men, Emily. He tired of you. He’ll tire of his farm. And mark my words. He’ll tire of that chit out there.”

  “You’re wrong, Caroline. He didn’t tire of me. He chose the farm over me. For you, it’s not even a matter of choice.”

  The voices trailed off.

  Libby cleared her throat and glanced at Susan, who shrugged and said with an apologetic smile, “It seems the widows Caroline Hillier and Emily Jones are having a chat about your Colin.”

  Remaining silent, she nodded.

  “I hope you don’t take anything they say to heart,” Susan said. “Caroline is a viper, who’s not happy unless she’s sinking her fangs into someone, usually someone else’s husband. And I’d heard Colin and Emily were seeing each other until about a month ago. I’m not sure if he broke off things, or if they ended of their own volition. What I do know about Colin—he would not be with you if Emily was his main interest.”

  Struggling to smile, Libby tried not to worry about something she had no control over. Unfortunately, one question ate at her. What would happen when she left? Colin would definitely find solace somewhere. Somehow, the thought of him spending time with either woman didn’t sit right with her. Neither woman seemed to have Colin’s best interest at heart. If she couldn’t be here, the next best thing would be someone who made him happy, no matter that the idea pierced her heart.

  Susan must have seen the sadness creep into her smile, because she grasped Libby’s hand and squeezed. “Let’s forget their conversation and go and find our men,” she said with forced cheerfulness. “I have a hankering for some danc
ing.”

  Still gripping Libby’s hand, Susan tugged to get her moving in the direction of the house.

  The men were in the same spot, apparently waiting for their return.

  “Time’s up, dear,” Susan said, laughing. She released Libby’s hand and grabbed her husband’s. “Let Libby and Colin enjoy the evening. You can always talk later, but one can only dance at balls.”

  Colin watched Susan and her husband take to the dance floor before turning to Libby with an outstretched hand. “Come, my sweet. Susan’s right. The music beckons. I don’t know what came over me. Imagine me forfeiting an opportunity to have you in my arms. It simply isn’t done.”

  As he spun her around the room, his gaze zeroed in on hers, Libby felt as if they were the only two in the room. It was romantic and magical. She could dance with him like this forever, she thought, staring dreamily into his eyes.

  If she wasn’t dancing, he was introducing her to people. Giselle came and went, staying only until some other young buck came to offer his hand for another dance. Libby couldn’t remember a time when she’d had so much fun. The night never lost its magic until Libby noticed a beautiful woman with a calculating stare bearing down on them.

  “Why, Colin, darling,” she said, ignoring Libby as if she didn’t exist. “I didn’t know you were out of mourning?” Her smile matched the calculation in her eyes. “So sorry to hear about your wife. I’m sure her death came as a shock to you.”

  Colin nodded, his smile identical to hers. “Thank you for your concern.” He turned to Libby and pulled her closer, his stance protective. “May I present Elizabeth Edwards, a good friend of the family. Elizabeth, this is Caroline Hillier.”

  Minding her manners, Libby offered a polite smile, but was frozen on the spot with an icy glare. This woman was the consummate Stepford wife, and Libby had no intention of allowing the woman’s tactics to scare her. “How do you do?” Her phony smile amped up ten degrees. “So nice to meet you.” She’d said the same words all night, but this time no one could miss the insincerity in them as she held out her hand.