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decent, I guess?”
Sebastian laughed. “You really don’t know much about polo, do you?”
Kat shook her head. “Not a thing. You said your grandmother was scandalous, though. Why—because she played?”
“ Sí. She played, of course, which was quite shocking for a woman of her time, but she was also a bit of a libertine, you know? A free thinker.”
Kat smiled. “Sounds like someone I know.”
Sebastian laughed. “No, no, she was far more wild than I could ever hope to be. There is one story that I love about how she had a dinner at her country estate in England with her team and King George, and she showed up to the table wearing nothing but her jodhpurs, diamonds, riding boots, and a smile.”
Kat felt her eyes widen. “Topless with royalty? Oh my God, that’s fantastic! But why?”
“She liked to shock, you know? And she said that she had to put up with these men doubting her abilities on the field, she had to put up with everyone trying to tell her how to live her life, how to raise her son. And she wanted to show them that no one told her what to do. That she was her own woman. And of course, she was very proud of her rather magnificent breasts apparently. She said that old George had a very hard time looking her in the eyes while trying to make polite conversation.”
Kat laughed. She could just picture the scene. An elegant manor house. A formal dining room, lit with candles and perfectly set. The men would all be sexy and dashing and wearing evening clothes. The liveried servants would come and go, bringing course after extravagant course. Everyone would drink champagne, and Victoria would stride in and take her place at the table, straight backed and beautiful, looking like a queen and daring anyone to say anything…
Suddenly Kat’s heart beat a little faster. “Sebastian,” she said urgently, “do you know any other stories about your grandmother?”
Sebastian cocked his head, “Oh, sí . Hundreds of them. And actually, I think Mamá has all her journals somewhere. Abuelita kept a diary for most of her life.”
Kat’s felt a thrill of excitement. “Do you think your mother would let me see them?”
“But why?” He laughed. “Are you going to make a movie about my grandmother?”
Kat looked at him for a moment. “Maybe. If your family is willing.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
“I mean, I don’t know. Let’s not jump the gun. It’s just that sometimes”—she ran her finger along the edge of her plate, a little embarrassed—“sometimes I read about something, or hear a story, and I get this feeling—something inside of me just kind of blooms, if that makes sense? Like, I can just see the story, you know? Hear the voices…” She shook her head. “Sometimes it’s nothing. In fact, most of the time it’s usually nothing. But I would love to hear more about Victoria if you’re willing.”
She felt a little shiver of pleasure as Sebastian reached across the table and took her hand. “I would be more than happy to tell you every story I know, linda ,” he said softly. “Let’s take a walk.”
Chapter Fifteen
K at and Sebastian took off their shoes and walked along the edge of the sea. The sand was wet and warm, and the water hissed in and out over their bare feet as the tide came in. The beach was empty, and the moon was bright, and when she looked at him, her gray eyes gleamed silver in the pale light.
She was, thought Sebastian, even more than he had imagined she would be. She was beautiful, of course, but in an effortless way. Seb had grown so used to the “stick chicks” that flocked around the games and clubhouse, with all their glossy, hypergroomed surfaces and surgically enhanced lips and tits proudly on display, that he found himself oddly mesmerized by Kat’s imperfections and flaws. The beauty mark above her lip, the two-inch scar on the inside of her elbow that shone silvery white against her smooth tan skin (a childhood accident, she told him,
Sebastian laughed. “You really don’t know much about polo, do you?”
Kat shook her head. “Not a thing. You said your grandmother was scandalous, though. Why—because she played?”
“ Sí. She played, of course, which was quite shocking for a woman of her time, but she was also a bit of a libertine, you know? A free thinker.”
Kat smiled. “Sounds like someone I know.”
Sebastian laughed. “No, no, she was far more wild than I could ever hope to be. There is one story that I love about how she had a dinner at her country estate in England with her team and King George, and she showed up to the table wearing nothing but her jodhpurs, diamonds, riding boots, and a smile.”
Kat felt her eyes widen. “Topless with royalty? Oh my God, that’s fantastic! But why?”
“She liked to shock, you know? And she said that she had to put up with these men doubting her abilities on the field, she had to put up with everyone trying to tell her how to live her life, how to raise her son. And she wanted to show them that no one told her what to do. That she was her own woman. And of course, she was very proud of her rather magnificent breasts apparently. She said that old George had a very hard time looking her in the eyes while trying to make polite conversation.”
Kat laughed. She could just picture the scene. An elegant manor house. A formal dining room, lit with candles and perfectly set. The men would all be sexy and dashing and wearing evening clothes. The liveried servants would come and go, bringing course after extravagant course. Everyone would drink champagne, and Victoria would stride in and take her place at the table, straight backed and beautiful, looking like a queen and daring anyone to say anything…
Suddenly Kat’s heart beat a little faster. “Sebastian,” she said urgently, “do you know any other stories about your grandmother?”
Sebastian cocked his head, “Oh, sí . Hundreds of them. And actually, I think Mamá has all her journals somewhere. Abuelita kept a diary for most of her life.”
Kat’s felt a thrill of excitement. “Do you think your mother would let me see them?”
“But why?” He laughed. “Are you going to make a movie about my grandmother?”
Kat looked at him for a moment. “Maybe. If your family is willing.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
“I mean, I don’t know. Let’s not jump the gun. It’s just that sometimes”—she ran her finger along the edge of her plate, a little embarrassed—“sometimes I read about something, or hear a story, and I get this feeling—something inside of me just kind of blooms, if that makes sense? Like, I can just see the story, you know? Hear the voices…” She shook her head. “Sometimes it’s nothing. In fact, most of the time it’s usually nothing. But I would love to hear more about Victoria if you’re willing.”
She felt a little shiver of pleasure as Sebastian reached across the table and took her hand. “I would be more than happy to tell you every story I know, linda ,” he said softly. “Let’s take a walk.”
Chapter Fifteen
K at and Sebastian took off their shoes and walked along the edge of the sea. The sand was wet and warm, and the water hissed in and out over their bare feet as the tide came in. The beach was empty, and the moon was bright, and when she looked at him, her gray eyes gleamed silver in the pale light.
She was, thought Sebastian, even more than he had imagined she would be. She was beautiful, of course, but in an effortless way. Seb had grown so used to the “stick chicks” that flocked around the games and clubhouse, with all their glossy, hypergroomed surfaces and surgically enhanced lips and tits proudly on display, that he found himself oddly mesmerized by Kat’s imperfections and flaws. The beauty mark above her lip, the two-inch scar on the inside of her elbow that shone silvery white against her smooth tan skin (a childhood accident, she told him,
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