“It is true, I miss Papa terribly. I just do not believe I must wear these awful gowns to show it,” Amelia replied.
“Of course not, dear. Why, I still mourn my late husband, but am happy not to be in widow’s weeds. Do not feel bad for wanting to live.” Grace removed her hand from Amelia’s shoulder.
Amelia allowed the scenery and sounds of nature to consume her as they continued along.
They veered onto a new path, and Grace said, “Are you ready to try your plan again at tomorrow’s dinner party?”
“Yes, and I am certain it will lead to an engagement this time.” Amelia scowled. “So long as the Duke of Goldstone stays out of my way.”
“Please do not be cross with him. I am sure he intended to protect you.” The duchess grinned.
“Of course he did. How could he have thought otherwise? I will not mention it again.”
She would never forgive the blackguard for what he had done. Not only did he ruin her plan, but more important, he had cast her aside.
Grace stopped suddenly, “Do you hear that?”
“Yes indeed. It is beautiful.”
“That is the song of a meadow pipit.” She turned her head and searched the surrounding landscape, and then pointed her finger toward the left. “See, there it is.”
Amelia’s eyes followed her direction. “What a marvelous creature.”
“Meadow pipits are my favorite. That one appears to be searching for lunch.” Grace dropped her arm to her side.
“Speaking of such, we had better be getting back. Lady Sarah will be arriving for tea shortly.”
“You are quite right. We must not linger.”
Amelia enjoyed the fresh air and scenery as they made their way back to the house. Memories the kiss she shared with the duke, and the pressing need to trap Lord Roseington, consumed her. She hated that the duke remained on her mind.
Amelia handed her parasol to the butler when she entered. Grace did the same. “Your Grace, Lady Sarah’s waiting in the drawing room.”
“Thank you, Desmond. That’ll be all.” Grace dismissed him with the wave of a hand.
Amelia entered the room and seated herself across from Sarah. “I am so glad to see you; you look wonderful. Has it truly only been four days? It seems like forever.”
Amelia missed her daily teas with Sarah. Their families’ country estates were situated in close proximity, and their townhouses directly across from one another.
“It certainly does seem as though it has been a long time,” Sarah replied.
Grace chuckled. “Welcome, Lady Sarah. I am pleased you could join us.”
“I would be hard-pressed to turn down the invitation of a duchess.” Sarah smirked mischievously.
“Indeed you would; though I hope you are fonder of me than of my title,” Grace said, taking the winged chair next to Amelia. She reached out to the teacart and retrieved a cup, then motioned for Sarah and Amelia to do the same.
“Titles mean little if the people behind them are not worthy,” Sarah admonished as she lifted her cup.
“This tea is divine,” Amelia said.
Grace smiled. “It came from the Orient. A gift from my nephew. He is always so thoughtful.”
Amelia set her cup back on the silver tray and directed her gaze toward Sarah. “What kept you away so long?” She tilted her head and awaited Sarah’s response, desperately needing to change the subject of their conversation.
“Nothing too important, just meeting my social obligations. You understand.” Her eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips curled up. “The season has been busy thus far.”
Grace agreed. “Indeed it has. Last night’s ball...”
