Lilly covered her face with her hands. What was wrong with her? She’d given in to him so easily, the same as before. She suffered a grave weakness where that man was concerned.
“Thank you, miss,” Lilly said. After the maid tied off her thread, Lilly sat on a stool and allowed the maid to go to work on her hair.
What had she been thinking? She had not! That was the trouble.
If that gentleman had overheard their conversation or witnessed their embrace, all would be at risk. Michael’s ambitions aside, a scandalous stepmother would ruin Glenda’s prospects.
But that was not the worst of it.
She’d told Michael the horrible truth—the shameful secrets of her marriage.
Lilly nearly moaned at the thought. She’d not told a single soul of the humiliation or her torment. She didn’t want pity. Especially from Michael. A soft wail of humiliation escaped her, and the maid paused. “Sorry, mum. I’ll be more careful like. ’Tis a tender head ye have.”
Lilly must bring her emotions under control. She smiled at the servant in their reflection. “You are doing fine.” She spoke encouragingly.
As the maid twisted her hair into a neat knot, another ladyswept into the room. The golden-blond girl peered into the mirror before looking back at Lilly.
She was Lady Natalie Ravensdale.
She brightened immediately. “You are the Baroness Beauchamp, are you not? I became acquainted with your stepdaughter, Miss Beauchamp, earlier. She is so very cheerful and amusing to converse with. Silly of me, I know. We are supposed to wait to be introduced, but I am Natalie Spencer. My father is Ravensdale.”
The girl spoke openly, Lilly could not help but return her friendliness. “I am Glenda’s stepmother, and I amso gladshe is meeting some young ladies her own age. We are just arrived to town, and this is her first season.” Thank God she had not given in to tears. The young woman’s exuberance helped Lilly to return to her normal cheerful self.
Lady Natalie sat down on another stool. “I think she is younger than I. I made my come out when I was twenty! Can you imagine that? Thank heavens, I managed a match my first season. Even if he is a bitoldand, like my father, only talks of politics, he is quite handsome. I think he will make a pleasant husband.”
Lilly smiled, amused that Michael’s betrothed thought of him as old. She was surprised she could find amusement in anything just now. “I have heard talk of your wedding. To the Duke of Cortland, I believe. He cannot be all that old?”
Lady Natalie sighed deeply. “My father isvery pleasedwith the match.”
“Fathers have a way of getting their way in such matters.” What an odd conversation to be having right now. About fathers and marriage…“My father pressed me to marry as well,” Lilly admitted. “We love our papas so very much; it seems the most important thing in the world to make them happy.” Lilly stared into the mirror as she spoke, remembering her father before he took to his sick bed. He’d been insensitive at times and a bit overbearing, but he had always made her feel safe. He’d loved Lilly and her mother almost too much.
“You do understand.” Lady Natalie’s eyes met hers once again.
Lilly swallowed hard, again, fighting tears. “Glenda spent all of last year mourning her father. It is time for her to dance. I am glad she is making new friends now.”
Lady Natalie sat primly as the maid moved to work on her golden hair. Her expression, in the mirror, was all sympathy and concern. “Oh, how dreadful for her! And for you! I cannot imagine this world without my father. He spoils me horribly even though I can be a pestilence at times. I think I have been very lucky in both of my parents.”
Lilly smiled at her.
Suddenly, Lady Natalie jumped to her feet, startling the maid. “They are announcing the supper dance! I best allow my fiancé to find me, or I will never hear the end of it. May I call on you tomorrow? I will bring my brother Joseph, if that is acceptable?Willyou be receiving at Lady Sheffield’s?” At Lilly’s nod, she turned to go but stopped short and looked back. “I do believe my brother Joe is sweet on Miss Beauchamp. He never dances with anybody by choice, and he’s reserved the supper dance with her! Oh, damn and blast, the supper dance!” With that, she fled the room leaving both Lilly and the maid with raised eyebrows.
Lilly wished Lady Natalie had been a hag with a large mole on her nose. Quite the contrary, however. Not only was she an extremely pretty lady, but she was the sort of person Lilly could befriend. As unlikely as it seemed, the younger woman’s company had been comforting!
What a strange world this is, Lilly thought, returning to the foyer near the ballroom. More composed now, the weight of sadness from earlier had lifted…slightly. Not wishing to draw any notice, she crept around the edge of the ballroom until she was beside her aunt again.
Lady Eleanor examined her suspiciously. “And where have you been off to, Lilly? There have been two gentlemen looking to put their names on your dance card. That viscount, Danbury, and an old geezer.”
Lilly didn’t answer but shook her head and then allowed her gaze to search the dancing couples. Every now and then, she glimpsed a familiar face from her first season. Faces that were older than they had been before.
Two of them were Penelope Crone and Caroline Harris. Miss Crone looked much the same, although less bubbly than Lilly remembered. Lilly watched as Penelope nodded calmly at her dance partner and then stepped along the line. With serious eyes, she didn’t seem to laugh as easily as she had before. Is that what growing up did to people?
Perhaps not everyone. Her other friend, Caroline Harris, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely but was less easily recognizable. Matronly and plump, she’d filled out considerably around her middle. Her face was round and full of laughter. She danced with a very friendly looking gentleman, only slightly taller than she. Lilly watched as he whispered something in Caroline’s ear causing her to blush. Caroline smiled and then gave him a seductive look. The man must be her husband—two very satisfied halves of a love match.
As much as Lilly had anticipated catching up with old friends, she was in no mood to do so tonight. She caught her aunt’s attention by placing her hand on the older woman’s arm.
“One of my headaches is coming on, Aunt. Would you mind terribly if I took the carriage to the town house and then sent it back to collect you and Glenda later?”
Aunt Eleanor seemed disappointed but gave Lilly her permission. “Perhaps you should see a physician about them,Lilly. They seem to come on often.” Her brow furrowed in concern.
