“Oh, but I am exhausted from all that sun,” Pamela said, throwing herself onto the couch.
Sarah was sure that for Pamela, shopping was quite taxing. Not exactly the slimmest of figures, Pamela resembled a sow more than a woman of seven and ten. Sarah was not surprised: she had always been known to eat vigorously, combined with a fondness for cakes and a dislike for exertion.
“Don’t complain, you got four new dresses! All I got was a new riding habit and two poke bonnets,” Daphne snapped at her sister. While Pamela was more of the swine variety, Daphne was that of a shrewd bird. With no natural curves to speak of, Daphne had to use fashion to give her the womanly body that men craved. Sarah was the one who had to tie her corset, she knew just how tight it was worn and how much padding was needed to fill it. There was nothing to be done about the neck however. It was too long for her body and made her head seem impossibly small.
Sarah thought all this as she struggled to grab the bags from their shopping trip, before cleaning up the hall floor. They were petty thoughts that she normally wouldn’t have. From her disappointment over Stephen seeing her after four years looking like scullery maid, she was a little disgruntled.
“Let me help you with those,” Stephen said, relieving her of her parcels while ignoring his families protest. He marched up the stairs to their rooms, Sarah heard him stomping down the hall and knew she would have to straighten out which bags belonged to who before her sisters went upstairs tonight. It could wait until they were sitting down to dinner though. For now Sarah stood from where she had been gathering bags and made her way to the cleaning cupboard for the mop and bucket before retrieving some water.
Chapter Twenty-One
Stephen’s blood was boiling. What was his mother thinking? He tried to calm down, going over what Sarah had said to him. She was right though, Sarah’s father had left Sarah in the care of his wife, Stephen’s mother, when he died. His mother was her guardian and she could treat her as she pleased until Sarah left her household. The late viscount had left all he possessed to his new wife when he died, believing that she would care for the girl as one of her own. Stephen didn’t want to think that his mother was so cold. He knew that his mother could be a difficult woman but never would have believed her capable of something like this. Stephen thought hard as he walked back down the stairs. He couldn’t argue with what Sarah had said, his mother was her guardian and as such she could make life much harder on her. Stephen’s power was limited, he had no true power over his mother, since she had her own estates and money. The question was how to appease his mother and sisters while giving Sarah what she had been working toward.
Sarah was already sixteen, about the age she should make her debut and she should already have attended finishing school. The best thing for her would be to get her into society and married to the best suitor he could find. But how to get her there? As he entered the hall he spied an invitation on the table by the door. Pocketing it, he moved back into the room his family was still occupying.
“So why are we calling Sarah ‘Cinderella’ these days,” he asked as casually as possible.
“She always has soot all over her for whatever reason,” Pamela said.
“Because she sleep in front of the fireplace every night,” Daphne responded.
“She has sleeping quarters in the attic and yet she insists on sleeping by the fire like some commoner,” Christina scoffed.
Maybe she was cold? Stephen kept that thought to himself, already annoyed with their insolence. The sooner he found Sarah a suitor the sooner she could leave here. That thought alone was more depressing than any sleeping arrangement. “What happened to her old room?” He asked already pretty sure of the answer.
“I changed that into a music room soon after you left. You know, with Daphne’s brilliant voice and Pamela’s skill at the piano forte they are sure to gain suitors on those skills alone, but they need a space to practice.”
“I’m going to get settled into my room before dinner,” Stephen responded coolly, having heard enough. With that he turned and stalked out of the room toward the same bedroom he had always had. He was gone for four years and kept the same spot in the viscount’s home and yet Sarah was forced to cuddle by the fire for warmth. The unfairness of it all!
Arriving at his room, Stephen pulled out the invitation from his pocket.
Lord and Lady New Castle,
Request the honor of the company of the ladies of the house at a Masquerade ball in honor of the Lady’s birthday this Saturday at the dinner hour. Please send return if you are attending.
A masquerade ball, how perfect! Sarah can attend, find a suitor, and his mother and sisters won’t even recognize her. Especially, Stephen thought, if he found her a perfect enough costume. What must he get? He had no idea what ladies needed. He supposed he could put in an order from Madame Delassio’s modiste. Madame Delassio was the seamstress and dress designer that his mother had relied upon when trying to impress the viscount, back when she was trying to become the next Lady Castlegate.
He needed to find out what story his mother and sisters had concocted to cover up, Sarah’s disappearance from society. What lies had they been peddling to keep her hidden for all these years. The daughter of a viscount would still be expected at some events, whether she had come out or not. For that he needed one of his most gossiping friends, Cooper. He should be at White’s now. Slipping on the jacket that he just took off, Stephen marched out of the room and headed out into the city.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Cooper said, only half paying attention while reading. “According to everyone, Lady Sarah Thorton was thrown from a horse at twelve and has been bedridden ever since. No-one has seen her, not even her former best friend, the very lovely Lady Emily Cramer. Shame though, she was a beauty at that age. Imagine what she looks like now.”
Only Stephen didn’t need to imagine, just the thought of the young beauty made him flush and grow warm, causing a stirring in his gut that spread rapidly. Stephen tugged at his collar and fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He pushed the thought of Sarah’s full lips out of his head and focused on his friend.
“Well what you’ve heard is untrue, Sarah was never injured and has just been forced to stay isolated,” Stephen said, knowing he could trust his friend with this sensitive information.
Cooper finally looked up from his book in apparent astonishment. “Then why haven’t we seen her? Why would your mother put that story out there if it wasn’t true?”
Stephen hesitated before responding with, “It’s complicated, but the most important thing is that I am escorting Sarah to the New Castle masquerade this Saturday, but she has nothing nice to wear.” And he didn’t know a dress from a frock, or the difference between evening gloves and the ones women wore during the day.
“Ask Emily, she would be all too happy to help, they still correspond often and if she knows it will help out her friend she’ll be happy to help you. Plus she knows all the latest fashions.”
“You said Emily Cramer, where does she live?”
“Over on Highgate, she should be able to help with this and would love to see Sarah. Like I said, Sarah was a lovely girl,” Cooper’s eyes got far away and a slight smile turned up the corner of his lips, “she must be a beautiful and self contained woman.”
“From what I can see she is that.” Stephen glared at his friend. Even though Cooper hadn’t joined the the army they had run into each other often over the years. Stephen knew him for a skirt chaser and a terrible flirt. He vowed to keep Sarah quite away from him. Stephen took his leave and made his way toward Highgate to pay call on Lady Emily.
“Wait a moment Lord Knight. We’ll see if Lady Emily is ready to see you,” the maid said, bowing her way out of the room. Stephen paced around the simple yet elegant entryway, waiting to see Lady Cramer.
“Lady Emily will see you now, Lord Knight. If you would please follow me.” The maid returned to the room and beckoned him in. Stephen strode over and
was led to the parlor where Emily and her mother, Lady Cramer were poised on two elegantly appointed sofas. Lady Emily nodded at a seat across from her which Stephen sat in, after bowing and making his entrance.
“I am so glad you could make the time to see me, I hope I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Is this about Lady Thorton, Lord Knight? Is she okay?” Lady Emily blurted out quickly, sounding slightly panicked.
“Sarah is fine, in fact that is why I’m here,” Stephen shifted in his seat unsure where to start and how much to say.
Lady Cramer, looked at him sharply, “Please continue, My Lord” she insisted. Stephen looked at the two women. If he remembered correctly, Lady Cramer had been a great friend of the first Lady Castlegate.
Stephen, decided to trust them with the truth. “I hope that I am right Lady Cramer, in thinking that you are a friend to Lady Sarah and I think that what I have to say might not shock you too much.” Stephen watched as Lady Cramer and her daughter shared a look. He continued, “Sarah was never injured and is in fact quite healthy. She has been forced, rather abhorrently, to remain isolated from society by my mother.”
Stephen looked up to gauge both of their reactions. Lady Emily bit her lip and looked ready to break the teacup she held. Lady Cramer was calmer, but the stiff way she sat told him she was most distressed by his words.
“I plan to change this situation. I will be escorting her to Lord and Lady New Castle’s masquerade ball on Saturday and was wondering if…”
“If I could help get her ready? Absolutely! “Lady Emily jumped up so fast, Stephen had to lean back into the sofa to avoid getting hit by her outstretched hand. She placed her teacup on a side table and began to pace, “Is there a budget, does she have anything for underthings, does she have shoes..?” Lady Emily trailed off and sat down abruptly, tear wetting her eyes. “Oh my poor Sarah, I don’t even know if she has proper things.” Her mother reached over, taking her hand in her own and patting it comfortingly. “Now dear, stop that, she would have found a way to tell you if things were as bad as that.” Lady Cramer turned to Stephen, “We’ve known for sometime that her letters were less than truthful. Once in a while she is able to slip in something and we knew she was… not happy.”
Stephen looked between the two and nodded. “Let’s just assume she needs everything and there is no budget unless you intend to make me utterly bankrupt, we just need the basics for now. Perhaps, three types of outfits and one evening dress, just to get her started. Afterwards, if she finds a suitor we will have to get more things.” Ignoring Lady Cramer’s raised eyebrow at his last sentence, Stephen stood and started to pace around the small room. “Now about meeting up, do you mind if you meet at the ice cream parlor near the house this time? I just don’t want my mother and sister’s to figure out what I am up to, at least not yet. Which brings me to the last condition, I don’t wish you to tell anyone. Not until I am able to neutralize the issues that created this mess in the first place.”
Lady Emily snorted and Lady Cramer chided her gently. Lady Emily composed her features and turned to Stephen, “That’s fine, shall we say tomorrow at ten at Charlie’s? My mother and I will be there. Can you see yourself out?”
Walking back Stephen tried to find the expected guilt. It wasn’t there. He had never been overly fond of his mother or sisters as they never were particularly warm or loving towards him. In fact, he felt a rather justified righteousness, he’d finally beat them at their own game of social scheming and manipulation.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sarah was cleaning the evening dishes when Stephen found her later.
“Oh good, you’re not sleeping," he said, causing her to jump slightly at the sound. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
With a sigh, Sarah stepped back and wiped her hands on her towel before turning toward Stephen. In truth she had been so busy tidying up that she hadn’t even heard him come in. She had a quick and efficient system for every aspect of her job from drapes to the dishes. She had been drying the last plate when he came to see her. She was exhausted and really just wanted to go to sleep. She was sure the faint smudges showed like bruises beneath each eye. “Can I help you, Stephen?”
“I just came to talk and see how you are,” he responded, moving over to sit at the table.
“Okay, talk,” Sarah said, too tired to worry overmuch about manners. She took the seat across from him, resting her sore arms on the cool surface.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, causing her breathing to catch and her face to contort. “Oh, no not like that,” he rushed to explain reaching out to touch her hand. "I found out what the story around town about where you went after I left and I heard for myself what my mother and sisters call you. I want to make up for what they’ve done. I would like to give you a debut of sorts, this Saturday.”
“But, I don’t have any money, and…”
“Before you object I will pay for this with money from my inheritance. You deserve a debut Sarah and it’s time you got one. Saturday’s ball is a masquerade so no one will even know it’s you. We can arrive before my family who, if I remember correctly, are always unbearably late so you can still be properly introduced. This will let suitors find you. Hopefully by the end of the night you will have at least one and will be well on your way to getting out of this house.”
Sarah bowed her head, hating it here, but not liking the idea of leaving Stephen so soon after reuniting with him one bit.
“Hey, it’s okay. We will not lose each other.” He said as if he sensed her thoughts.
That was a good thing to hear considering the strange attachment she seemed to have with him. Every time she saw him, she got nervous and could swear he could hear her heart beat, see her pulse in her neck and smell her nervous anticipation. Sarah wanted nothing more than to kiss his neck, throat, lips, savor his taste on her tongue. It was a feeling that simultaneously terrified and excited her. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling, she was starting to crave it.
“Okay, but I have nothing to wear.”
“I spoke with your friend Emily today,” Sarah leaned forward with that news. “She agreed to escort you to buy whatever you need. Like I said, I will pay for this debut and we will worry about what comes next when we know what that is.”
Tired, unable to believe her luck and desperately worried that the strange new feelings she had for Stephen would soon overwhelm her, Sarah stood up. “Sounds like a plan, now can I go to sleep?”
“Yes, but in my bed.” He said, standing also. Sarah was shocked to her core and she knew it showed on her face. She blinked trying to determine if she had imagined it and was even now dreaming, until Stephen blushed deeply and stuttered. “Again not like that, I’ll sleep down here tonight and you can sleep in my room. It will be much warmer there.” He finished lamely and shuffled his feet.
Sarah tried to breathe and gather her wits. “Stephen, I’m used to sleeping on the floor, I don’t need a bed.”
“And I’m used to sleeping on rocks, the bed would feel weird,” Stephen countered already turning to leave, as if the conversation was over.
“Like I said not necessary but appreciated. Now, I would like to turn in.”
“We can discuss taking turns after the ball, but right now you have circles under your eyes the size of grapes which will not do for a lady of quality.” He patted her on the back and Sarah was sure she didn’t imagine it when his hand lingered a little too long, and slipped a little too low.
“Fine, as long as we can discuss this again later.”
“Why didn’t you tell me what was happening here?” Stephen asked, just as Sarah was turning to leave the room.
“I didn’t want to bother you with something so foolish, plus the letter would have never made it to you.”
“It was hardly foolish, Sarah. You were being treated as a maid with no wages, that’s abusive. And that name they call you!”
“Cinderella.”
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��I’m sure you could have gotten word to me, slipped in a line somewhere. Why in your last letter did you make it seem as if the nickname was a good one, instead of a mock like it was?”
“You were at war. I was trying to lighten your spirit. Nothing I said was untrue, I supported them and they kept me in this house instead of casting me out. They gave me a nickname, yes not a very nice nickname, but how was I to know you wouldn’t be the same as them? Four years had passed, you could have been a hard hearted person by then. I dreamed of you coming back and saving me somehow and I didn’t want that dream ruined by the idea of you not being the kind person you once were.”
“What made me the same was the thought of you happy and becoming the beautiful woman that you are, that my family were safe while I was off fighting, risking my life so they wouldn’t have to. Your letters helped with that, so whatever the reason for not being one hundred percent truthful, I can at least give you the knowledge that you helped this soldier find the strength to come home.”
With that, Sarah left the room for bed and Stephen settled down on the floor by the fire. Both were wondering what the next day would bring.
The next morning, with Stephen as an escort, Sarah walked toward Charlie’s to meet with Emily, whom she hadn’t seen in years. Suddenly she heard a squeal and a pale pink clad bundle bounced right into her arms. “Emily!” she shouted, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Why didn’t you ever call on me, I would have dropped everything to help.” Emily’s eyes were wet and a pout was on her lips.
Sarah did not wish to further distress her friend. “Don’t worry about that now, we have some shopping to do.” They went arm and arm towards the shops.
Emily swept into the first shop with the grace of a Greek goddess. Madam Delassio, a plump Frenchwoman with long loose hair and sharp dark eyes, lit up upon seeing who was visiting, “Lady Emily, who is this beautiful creature you brought me? What do you need from me?”
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