Loving A Lady: A Clean & Sweet Regency Historical Romance Book

by Ayles, Abby

  And poor, sweet Lord Edwards. I was only just telling her that she must remain true to him. I never could have imagined…

  Oh, but perhaps this wasn’t planned. Perhaps he came to her and invited her to go with him. Kitty did always lose her head whenever she was invited to something personally.

  Noelle had spent the entirety of the following day with her family, pacing about the sitting room and trying to think of how all of this had happened. While she thought of that dreadful, lecherous man, her mother greeted her with scorn for not being better at securing him herself. “If you had done what you were willed, this would not have happened.”

  A fine time to begin blaming me! Noelle cried hot tears as she walked around the room. She could feel Emily, Anna, and Beth’s eyes on her.

  “It’s not my fault and you know it.”

  Still, Noelle couldn’t help but think that if she had somehow been more like Kitty had been with the gentleman, he would’ve taken an interest in her. She just didn’t think she could’ve ever stomached being a simpering fool like her sister had always been when they were around him. Also, it seemed as though Lord Drake had made up his mind about her before he’d even met her.

  Noelle spent much of the day fretting over things she couldn’t change. She worried about her sister and she had a growing fear that everyone now hated her. Mother blames me, Lord Edwards likely hates our entire family… the same goes for Mr. Edwards.

  She never doubted that Mr. Edwards would stand on the side of the Viscount of Easton. They were, after all, as close as brothers. Even though he was friends with Lord Drake – despised, abhorrent man! – he was far closer to his cousin.

  Indeed, she wished that she could speak to Mr. Edwards now. And then she had a horrible thought. Mr. Edwards probably never wanted to see her again.

  After the family meeting in the sitting room, Noelle retired to her bedroom. She wanted to be left alone, but she wished that she didn’t have to feel so lonely whilst being so. She stayed upstairs in her room for about an hour, trying and continually failing to work on some sketches.

  Her creativity was sapped by her sorrow and her worry. Noelle left her drawing board in her room and went back downstairs to see if she could find her parents. When she found them, they were deep in conversation in her father’s study and she was too nervous to disturb them.

  The only information that she could catch from their conversation was that her father was thinking of arranging a search party with some friends around town. Noelle didn’t think that this was a bad idea, though she thought it was highly unlikely that the marquess would be careless enough to hide somewhere nearby everyone they knew.

  When she walked into the drawing room, her jaw nearly fell to the floor. There was Mr. Edwards, sitting in one of the wing chairs with a weary and sorrowful look on his face to match her own. He immediately stood up from his chair as soon as he saw her standing there.

  She wished that she could go to him and throw her arms around him. He seemed just as overwhelmed with emotions as she felt. And she also noted that there was a change in him.

  He had a strange look in his dark green eyes. He did not seem entirely pleased to see her, and this just about broke her heart. She left him there as soon as she could gracefully do so.

  She went to her parents and gently interrupted their discussion so she could inform her father that they had a visitor. “Mr. Edwards is here and wishes to speak with you, Papa.”

  Her father left the room in a hurry so as to not keep Mr. Edwards waiting. Meanwhile Noelle tried to think of what she might be able to do to help her family. This scandal was rocking them at the moment and she wished like anything that things could return to normal.

  She decided that the best thing to do was to go spend time at Lydia’s estate. The new Lady Andrews would welcome her with open arms, she was sure. If there was anyone alive who could understand her feelings and her plight, it was her best friend.

  Noelle somehow managed to sleep that night. It felt a bit queer to be sleeping upstairs while Mr. Edwards was still downstairs speaking with her father, but she didn’t think she was expected to wait up. She wondered what the gentleman proposed to do in order to help.

  In the morning, she had Edith help her into a pretty day dress as quickly as possible, and then she went out to hail a hackney carriage. She rode to the Viscount of Kent’s estate and was shown in at once.

  Lydia greeted her with a tight hug. “It’s so good to see you,” she said with a small, sympathetic smile.

  The two ladies sat down together in Lady Andrews’ drawing room. The estate house was lovely and modest, much like the happy couple. Noelle smiled appreciatively, recognizing how well everything in Lydia’s life had fit together.

  “I knew that I just had to come to you,” Noelle said, feeling ridiculous for needing the comfort of her friend. It was embarrassing; the whole situation with Lord Drake was embarrassing. “I don’t seem to have any friends at home anymore.”

  Lydia’s little smile turned into a slight frown. She looked at Noelle with large, sad eyes. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

  Noelle nodded her head earnestly. “Oh yes, it is,” she said. “My mother blames me for my sister and my father is so disappointed, and now Mr. Edwards thinks that I’ve helped his poor dear cousin be wronged.”

  “Has anyone actually blamed you?” Lydia asked her. “Or are you just assuming that’s how people think?”

  Looking down at her hands in her lap, Noelle sighed a little. “No, it’s just what I think they think of me,” she confessed. But she knew her mother well enough to at least know what she thought of her.

  And she’d actually yelled at Noelle about it.

  She’d assumed her father’s disappointment, though. “I think I might just be disappointed in myself. My father is more concerned with where Kitty is than what I may or may not have done wrong.”

  Lydia continued to look at her sympathetically. “It makes sense that they would be worried for her, the poor dear. Do you suppose that she has gone off to Scotland with Lord Drake?”

  “Of course, we can’t be sure, but that seems most likely to be the case.” Noelle wished that Catherine had at least given her some kind of warning before leaving. As angry as she felt towards Kitty, she hoped that she would see her again so that she could get some answers.

  Lydia looked thoughtful. “Well, I guess that we should be grateful that Lord Drake ran off with her to get married and not to go explore Europe or something.”

  Noelle’s eyes widened a little. “Goodness! I really hope that that is not the case… though she could use the education that would provide her.”

  Two of Lydia’s servants came to them and placed some coffee and cakes onto the coffee-colored wooden table in front of her and Noelle. They both smiled at the servants and Noelle found herself completely taken aback once more by the fact that Lydia was now a titled member of London’s aristocracy.

  “Do you feel any different?” she asked her. She simply had to know, though she didn’t wish to pry and be rude.

  Lydia took a sip of coffee and smiled shyly at her. “What? Being married, or being a viscountess after being Miss for so much of my life?”

  Noelle giggled a little, helping herself to a bit of cake. “Both, actually. What’s it like to be married to a viscount, Lady Lydia?”

  It amused her so. Now they both got that title, though Lydia’s status was somewhat lower than Noelle’s. Not that such a thing mattered or would ever matter to either of them.

  Lydia thought about her question for a few moments, which gave Noelle some time to enjoy her piece of cake.

  “I honestly think that being married to dear Stephen has been more of a change for me, and a good one at that.” It felt odd to Noelle to hear Lord Andrews referred to by his first name, though she supposed it made sense for his new wife to call him by this name. It showed an intimacy that Noelle often wondered if she would ever properly find with a gentleman of her own.


  “Do you feel like you are a viscountess?” Noelle asked her.

  Lydia shrugged, smiling at her still. Noelle noticed that the glow she’d had on her wedding day still remained. “I think it’s a title that essentially means I’m the Viscount of Kent’s wife, doesn’t it?”

  That was a good point. Ladies never got titled on their own, unless one was lucky enough to be the King’s only daughter or something like that. Noelle would never be able to be the duke, and that meant that she’d only ever be duchess someday. Like her mother.

  Except that I doubt very much that I shall ever really be like my mother.

  Noelle left her friend’s home not long after. “I’m coming to London tomorrow with Lord Andrews and I would love to see you. There is going to be a ball at Lord Prescott’s home.”

  This was the first that Noelle had heard of this, and she didn’t have to wonder long as to why. She supposed that her mother had been far too agitated by the recent events to inform her of it. “I would love to attend with you, thank you.”

  The two friends smiled and gave each other a parting hug until the morrow.

  As Noelle rode the carriage back home to Grosvenor Square, she wondered what her mother would say about their not being invited to the Prescott ball. But at least I have been invited. I do think that it’s about time I was seen around town without having the thought of having to marry that dreadful Lord Drake looming over me.

  It pained her to think it, but in ruining herself Kitty had paved the way for Noelle to find happiness for herself somewhere. There were enough handsome and nice gentlemen in town. She was confident that she would find a good one for herself soon.

  She wished that her parents would allow her to marry Mr. Edwards, but she thought the chances of that were nonexistent.

  Chapter 30

  No matter what Rodrick said, James was still inconsolable. Eleanor watched as Rodrick went to Westwood to be with him, knowing that he needed company now more than ever. The old earl wasn’t going to be much in the way of company to him right now.

  “I know that I should’ve done more,” James said to Rodrick, currently the saddest person to ever drink brandy. “I should’ve made my feelings known to her parents. I should’ve proposed marriage the first moment that the idea came to me.”

  Rodrick shook his head. “You didn’t know that something like this would happen. It’s not your fault. I should’ve warned you when I first suspected that Alphonse was misbehaving.”

  “You know, I thought it was a bit odd that he kept being so interested in spending time with me. It was only because the ladies were with us, wasn’t it?” James laughed softly and ruefully, shaking his head.

  It was easy for them to sit there and blame themselves, but the real man to blame was Lord Drake. Rodrick never knew that the man could be so shameless and brazen with his desires. Alphonse clearly didn’t care about anyone but himself.

  “Let’s not sit at home feeling sorry for ourselves,” Rodrick said. “We ought to go out on the town and see what sort of enjoyment we can find.”

  At first, James seemed disinterested, but then after some thought he nodded his head. “Perhaps we should go to Lord Prescott’s ball,” he suggested. “It’s not exactly an escape from the ennui of the ton, but it would be better than sitting in and staring at your face all night.”

  He smiled a small, amused smile at Rodrick.

  Laughing, Rodrick clapped him on the back. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he replied.

  There were a few hours before the ball was supposed to start, which was good for Rodrick because it would give him the necessary time to get ready for it. He was grateful to James for reminding him of the ball because he had quite forgotten about it. He knew that he’d casually sworn off going to such engagements, but that had been before this terrible ordeal. Besides, his cousin needed his companionship now more than ever.

  “I’ll go change,” his mother said to him excitedly when he informed her that they would be attending after all. “This is exactly the kind of thing that James needs right now!”

  Rodrick was pleased to see how confident she was. He wasn’t so sure if spending time in society would make James feel completely calm and better, but it was far better for him to show his face than it was for him to just hide away at home for the rest of his life.

  He made a good point, too, Rodrick thought. He never actually proposed to the chit, so it was possible that not that many people knew that they were once… Yes, we’re probably safe from any judgment or skepticism.

  He changed into a fresh suit that was suitable for an evening ball. Initially, he hadn’t thought of bringing his mother along again but her excitement convinced him that he shouldn’t leave her out. She did enjoy going to balls with him and James, even if she ended up having to catch up on sleep for the next day and a half sometimes.

  As soon as his mother was ready, she and Rodrick got into a hired coach and rode it over to Westwood so they could collect James. His father, as usual, elected to stay home with his dogs and his hobbies. He wasn’t a social person; it was good that James went out and met people, even though he was shy.

  He will be a good earl someday. He’s personable, even if not the most talkative. He’s a good listener.

  The two-hour ride to London was mostly spent by them looking out of the windows and daydreaming about who they might see at the ball. It had been quite a while since the last time they’d spent time outside of the Fletchers’ circle.

  When they arrived at the city mansion where the ball was held, Rodrick got out of the coach and assisted his mother down from it. They walked inside the splendidly decorated house and admired the glinting gold that surrounded them. None of them knew what the ball was actually for but they were not going to question a party.

  Rodrick smiled at everyone that he saw in the ballroom. There were quite a few elegantly dressed young ladies that he thought about venturing to ask for a dance, but then he reminded himself that he was primarily there to support his cousin. James smiled a little when he saw everyone gathered as well, but he seemed reticent to actually go up and talk to anyone.

  He’s gone right back to being too shy to talk to people, Rodrick thought with a shake of his head. I hope he’s able to break that soon. “There are plenty of nice-looking ladies here tonight.”

  Of course, he meant that to mean that they were ladies who seemed to be kind and charming. He thought that there were a few fair young women, but none really caught his eye. He realized then that he was still subconsciously – or maybe consciously – comparing the ladies to the Fletcher ladies.

  Rodrick went to the table that held bottles of wine and some punch and he poured himself a glass of port. Right as he turned around from the drinks, his eyes fell on Lady Noelle across the room from him. She was standing and laughing pleasantly with her friend the Viscountess of Kent. He thought that she was trying her best to keep up the pretense that all was well with her and her family.

  “Blast,” he muttered under his breath. He took a sip of his port and wondered how long it might take her to notice that he was there, staring at her and trying to stop himself from staring…

  Her eyes happened to wander over to him and then they were looking at each other intently, neither of them actually moving over so that they could converse.

  James came over to him at the refreshments table. “You know, the strangest thing just happened. I thought I saw Lady Noelle Fletcher at this ball.”

  Rodrick looked at him and then subtly nodded over in the direction of Lady Noelle, standing there beside Lady Andrews. James looked over and then back at Rodrick with a surprised expression on his face.

  “Did you know that she was coming?” James asked.

  Rodrick shook his head, keeping his voice down. “No, I just looked over and there she was.”

  James smiled at him. “Well, what a coincidence,” he said.

  Rodrick was surprised to find that he was so cheerful about it. Apparently, the sight of Lady N
oelle didn’t bother James even though she was the sister of Lady Catherine. Rodrick wondered if maybe he’d been a little quick to think that the rest of the family was in the wrong just because Lady Catherine had behaved poorly.

  He looked back over and Lady Noelle was still looking at him, and seemingly still talking to her friend. I think that they’re talking about me now, he thought guiltily. Hopefully she has more to say about me beyond my being associated with Alphonse.

  Finally, he decided that they’d stared at each other from across the room for long enough. He finished drinking his port and placed the empty glass on the table behind him before walking over to the pair of ladies.

  Rodrick bowed low and offered his hand to Lady Noelle. He was relieved and grateful when she placed her hand in his. He bowed to her and then rose up to his full height again in order to gaze upon her once more.

  “Hello again, my lady,” he said to her politely, giving her a sincere smile that he’d been holding back ever since he first saw her. “How have you been? I hope your family has been doing well since last we met.”

  Lady Noelle blushed a bit and he regretted even mentioning that awful occasion. Everyone had been so distraught then. She probably didn’t wish to recall it.

  But all the same, she smiled at him as if she was overjoyed to see him at this ball. “I am so glad to see you again, Mr. Edwards. I wondered when we might cross paths. This town is not so large, however.”

  He chuckled a little and nodded his head. “That’s true. At least the ton is not very big.”

  “I’ve been doing well… Things could certainly be better,” Lady Noelle added.

  Rodrick wasn’t surprised that things could be better, but it was a good sign that she said that she was all right. He had a feeling, though, that she wasn’t telling him the entire truth. When he looked at her, he saw a lovely girl who was tired and ready to settle down with a sensible gentleman instead of having to deal with all of this rubbish.