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him, a frown wrinkling her brow.
“The countess will be thrilled with the pieces.” His voice croaked a little and he had to clear his throat. “I can’t thank you and your cousin enough for the assistance.”
“I’m glad we could help.” Genny turned her attention to Charlotte, who aided her in putting her bonnet back on.
“We must go to the milliner’s before they close for the day, cousin. Let us leave Lord Barrington to wrap up his business here.”
Surprisingly enough, Lady Charlotte did not argue with her cousin’s dictate this time.
“Good day, Lord Barrington,” Genny said, her cold demeanor back in place.
With a curtsy from each of them, he watched them head toward the exit of the jeweler’s shop.
It seemed as though everyone had watched his and Genny’s exchange since they all stood silently by, waiting for someone to snap them all back to attention.
Those who knew him or of him would remark that he’d never paid mind to another woman so openly as he had done with Genny just now. At least he’d never been so attentive to a lady in the public eye. The wickedness associated with his name was derived from dabbling in trade and of the reputation-tarnishing information he had on at least half the peerage that made up the ton .
He didn’t give a damn what anyone might speculate; he’d always been circumspect where his relationships were concerned. And he’d done nothing to blemish Miss Camden’s good name today.
He would take great care to protect Genny’s reputation just as he had in the past. Even though he had every intention of renewing their friendship, Leo would never allow her to be fodder for the more vicious gossips.
The store’s patrons stared outright at Genny and Lady Charlotte until the bell above the door jingled its final toll behind their retreating figures.
Leo turned back to the shopkeeper and fingered another hair comb. “Wrap the first two together, but this one separately.”
The man nodded. “Shall I have them delivered, my lord?”
“No, I will take both packages with me and make all the necessary arrangements.”
Now the only question that remained was, should he deliver one of the combs directly to Genny or have his valet discreetly deliver her present? He had a sneaking suspicion she’d return it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try again and again to give it to her until he succeeded in winning her favor.
Chapter 5
This writer fails to see how the classes can become indistinguishable. The revered Lady C ___ ’s intimate dinner party invites have gone out. It should be no surprise to anyone that the list of names includes members of the haute ton who have for one reason or another caught this writer’s attention over the course of the season.
Not to mention, there are some unknowns who have been invited, too. The only thing this writer knows with certainty is that this first exclusive invite will match that of the most sought-after country stay in less than a month’s time.
The Mayfair Chronicles, May 28, 1846
The Carletons’ dinner party was going to be a delightfully quiet affair. Wide comfortable chairs, divans, and settees were strewn about the room, inviting the guests to rest their tired feet, as Genny was currently doing. There was even a beautifully appointed retiring room for the ladies, offering a tranquil place to kick off tight slippers and put your feet up without censure.
The evening would be intimate with less than twenty-five at table. Genny covered a yawn almost a second too late. No one paid her any mind, however, so no harm done with her faux pas.
Everyone’s focus lay solely on the center of the room where Charlotte, her friend Ariel, and the young girl’s mother chattered.
Ariel and Charlotte were the diamonds of the season, and attention was lavished upon them as if they were prized mares to be bid on at auction. Had it been like that for her when she’d debuted? She couldn’t recall since she hadn’t had the
“The countess will be thrilled with the pieces.” His voice croaked a little and he had to clear his throat. “I can’t thank you and your cousin enough for the assistance.”
“I’m glad we could help.” Genny turned her attention to Charlotte, who aided her in putting her bonnet back on.
“We must go to the milliner’s before they close for the day, cousin. Let us leave Lord Barrington to wrap up his business here.”
Surprisingly enough, Lady Charlotte did not argue with her cousin’s dictate this time.
“Good day, Lord Barrington,” Genny said, her cold demeanor back in place.
With a curtsy from each of them, he watched them head toward the exit of the jeweler’s shop.
It seemed as though everyone had watched his and Genny’s exchange since they all stood silently by, waiting for someone to snap them all back to attention.
Those who knew him or of him would remark that he’d never paid mind to another woman so openly as he had done with Genny just now. At least he’d never been so attentive to a lady in the public eye. The wickedness associated with his name was derived from dabbling in trade and of the reputation-tarnishing information he had on at least half the peerage that made up the ton .
He didn’t give a damn what anyone might speculate; he’d always been circumspect where his relationships were concerned. And he’d done nothing to blemish Miss Camden’s good name today.
He would take great care to protect Genny’s reputation just as he had in the past. Even though he had every intention of renewing their friendship, Leo would never allow her to be fodder for the more vicious gossips.
The store’s patrons stared outright at Genny and Lady Charlotte until the bell above the door jingled its final toll behind their retreating figures.
Leo turned back to the shopkeeper and fingered another hair comb. “Wrap the first two together, but this one separately.”
The man nodded. “Shall I have them delivered, my lord?”
“No, I will take both packages with me and make all the necessary arrangements.”
Now the only question that remained was, should he deliver one of the combs directly to Genny or have his valet discreetly deliver her present? He had a sneaking suspicion she’d return it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try again and again to give it to her until he succeeded in winning her favor.
Chapter 5
This writer fails to see how the classes can become indistinguishable. The revered Lady C ___ ’s intimate dinner party invites have gone out. It should be no surprise to anyone that the list of names includes members of the haute ton who have for one reason or another caught this writer’s attention over the course of the season.
Not to mention, there are some unknowns who have been invited, too. The only thing this writer knows with certainty is that this first exclusive invite will match that of the most sought-after country stay in less than a month’s time.
The Mayfair Chronicles, May 28, 1846
The Carletons’ dinner party was going to be a delightfully quiet affair. Wide comfortable chairs, divans, and settees were strewn about the room, inviting the guests to rest their tired feet, as Genny was currently doing. There was even a beautifully appointed retiring room for the ladies, offering a tranquil place to kick off tight slippers and put your feet up without censure.
The evening would be intimate with less than twenty-five at table. Genny covered a yawn almost a second too late. No one paid her any mind, however, so no harm done with her faux pas.
Everyone’s focus lay solely on the center of the room where Charlotte, her friend Ariel, and the young girl’s mother chattered.
Ariel and Charlotte were the diamonds of the season, and attention was lavished upon them as if they were prized mares to be bid on at auction. Had it been like that for her when she’d debuted? She couldn’t recall since she hadn’t had the
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