Eleanor dipped her head, his kind words washing over her. “Thank you, Judge. I was just telling Marvella a similar sentiment over her dining arrangements.”
“And that is where I take my leave.” The large man shrugged. “Enjoy your discussion, ladies.”
Marvella sighed as she watched her husband cross the room to some acquaintances. “That husband of mine. What would I do without him?”
The love in the older woman’s voice made Eleanor smile. “You two are a perfect match.”
“We are, indeed, my dear. And we will come back toyourperfect match in a moment. But I must say I am pleased the dinner setting is to your liking. I don’t do these things for approval or for society. I do them to share what God has given us. And because I think it’s important to appreciate traditions and heirlooms. I haven’t used the Meissen china in ages. It dates to the 1780s, when my great-grandmother was gifted the set on her wedding day.”
“It’s beautiful. I’ve always been fond of Meissen.”
Almost as much as she adored Marvella’s gown. Dark plum, the neckline was modestly appointed with a slight vee that held a velvet bow at the point. The gown appeared to be silk with a very fine, sequined tulle overlay. The sleeves were long and full and fell loose at the wrist.
“I must compliment you on your gown. You look lovely in it.”
Marvella gave a slight bow. “Thank you, dear. It’s a bit lavish, but I found it in Paris. Milton and I took a trip toFrance last year, just before Christmas, and I haven’t had an occasion to wear it. Usually I’m content with our dressmakers here. They are just as talented, and I don’t need to go touting around that my gown is from Paris. But the color was just too perfect to pass up.” She smoothed away a wrinkle in her sleeve.
“It does compliment your figure and complexion.” Eleanor meant every word. Marvella wasn’t one to brook nonsense nor false praise, and Eleanor respected that enough to not even attempt such.
“As does your gown. That blue silk draws out your eyes. I believe you will charm the stuffing right out of Carter Brunswick and any other single young man who happens to see you. Now, come along. Let’s go and see what the men have gotten up to. I’m sure some of our guests have already arrived and I want you to help me host. Having you at my side will be a blessing, and it will allow you to get to know all of my dear friends.”
Eleanor followed the older woman to the large parlor, where she found her father and others discussing the national park. She glanced around for some sign of Carter, but he wasn’t present.
She touched Marvella’s shoulder. “Excuse me just a moment. I’d like to greet my father.”
The older woman waved her on. “Of course, my dear.”
Sir Theophilus appeared from out of nowhere and insisted on Marvella’s attention as he began to dance around her and yip.
Eleanor grinned at the small pup—funny how it had grown into her affections—and moved across the room to her father, her gaze sweeping the large area. Still no sign ofCarter. Anticipation zipped up her spine. Heavens, she was actually looking forward to seeing him. Still, she needed to be careful tonight. If she showed even a sliver of interest in Carter, Marvella would spot it right away. The less interference on that front, the better.
“My dear Ellie. What a charming dress.” Father studied her as she approached. “You’re the image of your mother.”
The compliment snatched the breath from her lungs. She warmed with his kind words. Swallowing tears, she leaned forward and kissed her father’s cheek. “Thank you, Father. That is kind of you to say. And you look dapper.” She turned to Mr. Grinnell and another man she didn’t know. “Good evening, gentlemen.”
“Miss Briggs, it’s so nice to have your company once again.” Mr. Grinnell gave a slight bow. He turned to the man at his side. “This is Mr. William Whipps, one of Kalispell’s most celebrated citizens.”
She offered the older man a nod of acknowledgment. “Mr. Whipps.”
“This is Eleanor Briggs, Stewart’s daughter.”
Mr. Whipps bowed. “It is a pleasure to meet you. These gentlemen speak highly of you.”
“I’m sure they are prejudiced.” She slipped her arm through her father’s and gave it a slight squeeze. “I’ve heard great things about you, Mr. Whipps. I believe you were the first elected mayor of Kalispell.”
“Yes, and the only one to serve three consecutive two-year terms.” He rocked back on his heels, chest puffed out.
Eleanor almost expected his buttons to pop off his snow-white dress shirt.
Several new guests arrived, and Eleanor excused herself.“I’ll let you men get back to your discussion. I promised Mrs. Ashbury I would help her host tonight. She wants to make sure I get a chance to meet all her friends.”
She turned and ran right into someone’s shoulder. Strong hands gripped her arms, helping to right her before she tumbled. “Good evening, Miss Briggs.”
Carter Brunswick’s voice washed over her like a warm breeze. Eleanor cleared her throat and took a step back, pulling her arms from his grasp. Gracious, when had it gotten so hot in this room? “I apologize for not looking where I was going. Good evening, Mr. Brunswick.”
He grinned. “You look different tonight. Quite pretty.”
“Meaning that I look terrible the rest of the time?” The retort slipped out before she could stop it. Why couldn’t she graciously accept his compliment like a normal woman?
