“It must run in the family. And where is our colorful Lavinia thisevening? I have heard the most interesting rumors about a certain American gentleman. Are they true?”
“Yes, they are true. She met him at a party in London a few months back and they’ve been spending time together ever since. I believe we may have a marriage proposal very soon. Mr. Whitaker’s asked to speak to James.”
“Does that mean she’ll move to America?”
“One hopes but it sounds as if they will spend time here as well as the states,” Georgiana said.
“You’re terrible.” But Lady Alderidge laughed just the same.
At the far end of the ballroom, Lavinia glided across the floor in the arms of a tall, distinguished gentleman with silver hair and an unmistakably expensive coat. Mr. Whitaker gazed at Lavinia as though she were the only woman in the room—perhaps the only woman in the world.
“He does seem quite taken with your mother,” Lady Alderidge observed. “I’m glad for her.”
Georgiana nodded, smiling. “Completely conquered, I should say. And she appears to return the sentiment.”
It was true. Lavinia positively glowed as she danced, her laughter carrying above the music. When the set ended, Mr. Whitaker led her to the refreshment table, hovering attentively as she selected a glass of ratafia.
Lady Alderidge placed her hand gently on Georgiana’s arm. “I attended a ball here as a young woman, before Lady Ashford passed. It was a magical evening, as I’m sure this one will be. It gives me great pleasure to see her home restored and such a fine event taking place.”
“Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me, truly.”
“Oh, how interesting.” Lady Alderidge gestured subtly with a lift of her chin in the direction of a striking figure in black evening wear. “That’s the Honorable Henry Montrose. He is rumored to be rather introverted, so I’m surprised to see him. From what I hear, he’scontent to stay at his home on the southern coast, away from Society. I do wonder why he’s here?”
Henry Montrose. Sophia’s employer. Georgiana’s mother had sent the invitation to him, not realizing the connection between Sophia and Montrose. Georgiana discreetly observed Montrose. He was handsome, with dark hair neatly combed and expressive, sensitive eyes. Yet, he seemed tense, his expression one of controlled courtesy. She watched as Montrose’s gaze swept the room systematically, taking careful inventory of the assembled ladies with what could only be described as grim determination. He did indeed seem like a man on a mission.
Georgiana merely nodded, keeping her worries to herself.
Lady Alderidge continued. “Such a tragic story, the poor man. Taking in a baby as he did after his dear sister and her husband were killed. It’s quite something. Do you think he’s here to find a wife and mother for his niece?”
“It could very well be.” Georgiana’s stomach tightened, thinking of Sophia’s resolve to stay as his governess. What would she think of a new mistress? A stepmother for Amelia. It would break her. While Henry Montrose searched this ballroom for a suitable bride, Sophia was tucked away in his nursery, playing governess to his ward when she should be here, dancing and laughing as befitted a lady of her birth. The situation grew more troubling by the day.
If only she would listen to reason and come to stay with them, have a Season, and find a suitable match.
Lady Alderidge was called over to greet another friend, just as James came to stand beside her.
“Do you see Montrose?” James asked, barely moving his lips.
“Mother invited him,” Georgiana said. “I didn’t realize until it was too late.”
“Meanwhile Sophia’s at his home, caring for his child,” James bit out. “I’m not pleased.”
“Neither am I.”
“What is Sophia thinking?” James asked. “Giving up the life she was born into. Not a servant, but a lady.”
“I don’t know, but you mustn’t interfere. Please.”
“I gave you and Sophia my word, and will not break my promise. However, I should like to speak with him.” James tucked her arm against his side and headed toward Montrose.
“Mr. Montrose, are you enjoying yourself?” Georgiana asked when they reached him.
Henry turned, his face showing polite pleasure. “Lady Ashford, Lord Ashford. I’m having a nice time, thank you. I haven’t attended many functions since I took custody of my niece.”
James bristled beside her.
Montrose straightened his shoulders as though preparing for battle rather than pleasant conversation. “I’m told it’s time for me to choose a wife. For Amelia’s sake. According to my mother and father.”
“You do not want a wife?” Georgiana asked.
