“Well, you did.” Grace tugged at Lanora’s pale sage green gown to ensure it draped properly. “Now get your slippers, the matching ones this time. I’ll go see if your aunt is ready. No sense you lingering in the foyer while she kisses two dozen pups goodbye.”
Lanora went to dig in her wardrobe as Grace departed. She pulled out cream slippers that would go perfectly well, and a pair that seemed more blue than green. Pale pink, light yellow and lavender followed. Her eyes went back to the cream, discarded on the floor beside her. Grace would never know.
“For goodness sake, Lanora, they’re on the upper shelf with the other new sets. Remember?” Grace appeared around the wardrobe door, reaching to lift down slippers that matched the gown to perfection.
Lanora took them to the bed to sit while she put them on. “This is silly. All that money on slippers that are worn what, a handful of times at most? Think of all the people that would feed.”
“Think of all the people they did feed, to bring the materials and fashion them into footwear for you.”
Lanora stood and wiggled her toes in the slippers. “A cream pair would match most every gown here.” She gestured to the pastel montage. “It isn’t as if I’m permitted to wear any interesting colors.” None that would actually look good with her unrelentingly black hair.
“I thought we agreed you know nothing about fashion and it should be left to me.” Grace’s gaze took in the scattered slippers. “I’ll give the old pairs to the poor, if you like, but now you must go. Your aunt is waiting in the carriage.”
Lanora squared her shoulders and smoothed all expression from her face. “Hopefully, we won’t be late.”
“Hopefully, you will. Have a lovely time. Steal a kiss with a charming gentleman for me.”
That cracked Lanora’s façade. She laughed as she headed for the staircase, but regained composure by the time she reached the bottom. Steal a kiss indeed. Even if she encountered a gentleman who inspired the notion, she was much too reasonable to do any such thing.
The night was cool as she descended the steps and let a footman hand her into the carriage. She settled across from her aunt, who wore a billowing gown that was older than Lanora. Two terriers sprawled on the floor of the carriage. They would make nice foot warmers on the ride home. A third sat beside Aunt Edith, nose turned toward the outside world.
“You look pretty tonight, dear,” Aunt Edith said.
“Thank you, Aunt. You do as well.”
Her aunt cackled. “Do you hear that, Fetcher, my niece just called me pretty.” She patted the rough coat of the terrier beside her. “I’m no prettier than Fetcher here, but you’re kind to say it.”
“Fetcher is adorable.” Lanora smiled at the scruffy blond dog. “You know, in a flea-bitten, grubby, unkempt sort of way.”
Aunt Edith laughed anew. She slapped her knee, releasing a puff of dust from the gown. “You find a gentleman who appreciates you calling your old aunt flea-bitten and you’ll have a winner, girl.”
Lanora’s smile vanished. “I don’t wish to find a gentleman. Surely you’ve gathered that? I will be like you. You had a husband for only a day, and you’re the happiest woman I know.”
Aunt Edith shook her grey head. “I was fortunate enough to wed a dying man, and to have a brother. You have no one. The world knows your father’s left everything to you but his title and the one entailed estate. Think of your home and all your love, girl. Who will care for the tenants when your father and you are gone? You’ve got to get yourself with child, then raise that child to love those things you love. Otherwise, the Solworth properties will fall into bits and pieces and who knows what will become of all those beholden to you?”
Lanora leaned back in her seat, dismayed. She’d never thought of her life in those terms. Was that the sort of thing a man said to his son, to cause him to marry? It was a compelling argument.
“It’s not fair,” she whispered.
“I daresay it isn’t.” Aunt Edith patted Fetcher on the head. “Not fair you haven’t a brother, or lost your mama, or never see your father, but you’ve a good head on you, girl. You’ll see it all come right.”
“But I don’t want a gentleman,” Lanora said. “Someone to own what is mine, order me about and tell me who my friends may be. I want to be free, like you, or Queen Elizabeth.”
“You hear that, Fletcher? Now I’m akin to the Virgin Queen.” Aunt Edith chuckled. “Give it some thought, girl. This is your first season and you’ve hardly eighteen years to your name. You may find, if you don’t glower at them so, a gentleman worth marrying. Perhaps he’s one of the handful who still dares dance with you. You can hope so, since you’ve scared the others away.”
Lanora made the rest of the journey in silence, contemplating her aunt’s words. She knew only a small portion of the Solworth estate must be passed to a male heir, in this case, a cousin. She knew she would receive the remainder. Her aunt was correct, though. Lanora had never thought about what would happen to everyone she cared for once she was gone. Her father never spoke of such things. Should she write to him for his thoughts? It seemed the sort of letter he would conveniently claim never reached him in Egypt.
The carriage turned down a wide cobbled drive. They were late enough to have avoided the initial press, and in short order came to a halt before a splendidly lit home. It was a new construction, large by London standards, near the edge of town. Statues adorned the corners, and lurked on the roof high above, over the vast entry door.
Lanora allowed their footman to hand her down. She offered him a murmur of thanks before firming her expression into frostiness. Her aunt may be correct, but the issue required lengthier contemplation than a carriage ride. Lanora would need to appear approachable but once to ruin months of work. Before she permitted that to happen, she must think longer on the dilemma Aunt Edith had set before her.
“Now, you lot be good and help guard the carriage,” Aunt Edith said behind Lanora. “You know you can’t come with me. I’ll sneak you back some fancy fare.”
While her aunt went through her goodbyes, Lanora amused herself by picturing the fun of bringing the scruffy little miscreants inside with them. They would steal the spread. They would trip dancers and leave fur imbedded in finely upholstered chairs, to end up on ladies’ gowns. It would be a delightful distraction from a tedious evening of staring down gentlemen until they gave up trying to persuade her to dance.
Lanora waited while her aunt clambered down from the carriage unassisted, then followed her into the crowded, noise-and-light-filled home. Fine material and chatter abounded, the gentlemen clad in dark and the ladies in light. The high ceilings were alive with idyllic country scenes. The clamor of color that swam above nearly outshone the sea of black tailcoats and bouquet of gowns below.
Proper greetings were exchanged with their hosts. Aunt Edith set a straight line toward the few old friends she had in London. As they pressed through the hot sea of guests, Lanora considered sneaking away. She wished to be alone with the thoughts her aunt’s words stirred in her head.
