“I don’t think anyone can help me,” Emma said, a tear trailing down her cheek.
Violet reached out and wiped it away. “What has you so upset?”
Her breath hitched. “The duke despises me, and I don’t know why.”
“What are you talking about? Richmond doesnotdespise you. Trust me on this.”
“He’s gone, and I doubt I’ll ever see him again.”
“Of course, you’ll see him again.”
“There’s no reason for him to return. His sisters have gone with him to the ducal estate. What reason would he have to come back?”
“There’s an excellent reason.”
“What do you mean?” Emma asked.
Violet smiled mysteriously. “You’ll understand soon enough. I’m sure of it.”
Emma shook her head. “I doubt I will. I don’t seem to understand much of anything lately. I used to scoff at the notion of love, especially that a woman would willingly commit her life to a man and give up all her hopes and dreams. I thought women like that were foolish and weak, but now, I’m not so sure. The duke’s been gone for two weeks, and the hole in my heart is unbearable.”
Violet squeezed her hand. “You’re in love with the Duke of Richmond?”
Emma nodded, not bothering to deny it, and a sob escaped her lips. “I don’t knowhow it happened.”
“You can’t predict when love will strike. But you mustn’t give up hope. I firmly believe the duke shall return. You must have faith.”
“Thank you, Violet. You’ve been so kind.”
Violet hugged her. “You’re my sister. I love you. Kindness has nothing to do with it. Come, shall we walk in the garden before tea? I think we could both use some fresh air.”
Emma nodded and let Violet lead her out to the garden. Her sister was right…the fresh air did raise her spirits as long as she didn’t think about Richmond.
***
Richmond smiled as he rode up the drive to Emerson Hall. After two weeks of dealing with the aftermath of the freak storm at his estate, he was finally here to ask the woman he loved to marry him. First things first, though. He needed Edgerton’s permission to propose. However, he had no reservations that the viscount would approve since he had already given his permission to court Emma.
A groom was waiting to take his horse, and he dismounted.
“Your Grace,” the groom said, taking the reins.
“Give him extra oats. I rode him hard today.”
The groom nodded. “Of course.”
Mr. Hunt opened the door and stepped back to allow Richmond to enter before he had a chance to knock. The man must have eyes everywhere.
“Your Grace, a pleasure to see you again.”
“I’d like to see Edgerton.”
“He’s in his study. Shall I announce you?”
Richmond shook his head. “No need. I know the way.” He strode down the hall and knocked on the study door.
“Come.”
He opened the door and entered. “Edgerton, do you have a moment?”
