them followed suit.
And now Ran had changed the rules because it suited him to do so. That was his prerogative as the clanâs chief. But it served to make Arran feel not a whit of guilt about going to luncheon with Mary Campbell tomorrow, and not telling another soul about it.
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Chapter Four
âWere your parents furious?â Elizabeth Bell whispered, sitting beside Mary and taking her hand. Behind them two sets of parents chatted, evidently highly amused that their daughters had claimed the front seats of the boxâas if they hadnât been encouraged to sit there all along. They couldnât show well from the dark rear of the theater box, after all.
âYes,â Mary returned in the same tone, and sighed as she tried to push back against her increasing cynicism. Whatever was wrong with her, she wasnât certain she liked it. âI explained that Lord Arran surprised me and that I was trying to avoid a scene, but they still wanted to yell.â
âYou can hardly blame them. What if your cousin Charles had realized with whom you were waltzing?â
Sheâd thought about that, actually, and in a brawl she wasnât certain which of the two men would have emerged victorious. Charles had a certain sharp meanness about him, but Arran MacLawry seemed very ⦠capable. And extremely confident. Or at least heâd been so both last night and this morning.
Not even Liz knew about him accompanying her to the millinerâs, though, and sheâd sworn Crawford to secrecy. Because while heâd surprised her with his presence twice now, she could easily have declined to spend time with him this morning. And she couldnât explain at all why sheâd agreed to meet him yet again tomorrow.
âI told you crimson was your color,â Elizabeth pointed out, gesturing at the heavy, embroidered silk gown Mary had chosen to wear tonight. âYou look very dramatic.â
âThank you. Mother thinks it makes me look forward, but as no oneâs allowed near me without a half-dozen peopleâs approval, that hardly signifies.â And aside from that, the gown made her feel decadent. If she was to be forced to wed Lord Delaveer, she wasnât likely to have another chance to indulge herself.
Liz giggled. âNo wonder everyoneâs in a panic about you running across Lord Arran, then. He couldnât possibly be on the approved list.â
Yes, they were in a panic, and that was why sheâd done her best to be tolerant of it. If not for the niggling thought that her family was more concerned that sheâd done something scandalous than they were worried sheâd been in danger, she would likely have been a great deal more understanding. Of course the clan came firstâbut she was part of the clan, for heavenâs sake. Why had she been chosen as the Campbell sacrifice? Because her grandfather didnât think she was a drooling half-wit like he did most of his other grandchildren?
Elizabeth squeezed her hand, shaking her back to the present. âOh, look! The Duke and Duchess of Greaves. I didnât even know they were in Town. And the Earl of Westfall. The new one. It was so sad that his brother was killed in that silly duel.â
Mary sat forward, looking across the theater at the opposite row of boxes. Since Greaves had married a commoner, he and his wife spent most of their time in York. Sophia Baswich had flaming red hair and a reputation for speaking her mind, and sheâd reportedly once worked at The Tantalus Clubâa gambling club for gentlemen and staffed solely by females. Mary wondered how in the world the two of them had managed not only to meet and to fall in love, but to have the courage to marry. Even with half the theater staring at them, they looked happy, sitting close to each other, her arm tucked around his.
As she looked at the rest of the boxes, her breath caught. In the fourth box from the stage the Marquis of
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