A Lady's Scandal

VI: A Dinner to Remember

1810

NOBLEBRANCH ESTATE, PEMBROKE, DERBYSHIRE

The dining room buzzed with energy as Ophelia sat between Catherine and Emily, their youthful laughter filling the air. The long table, adorned with flickering candles, cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the excited faces of the Glanchester family.

Paul, seated across from Ophelia, engaged in playful banter with Edward and Henry. "I bet William could beat you in fencing," Paul teased, glancing at his youngest brother, who puffed up with pride.

William grinned, eager to join in. "Only if you would stop reading during our matches, brother. Focus is key!"

Ophelia giggled, her eyes sparkling. "Maybe it is all part of his strategy, William. Distract his opponents with tales of adventure until they surrender."

Lady Glanchester watched with a fond smile. "Ophelia, dear, you keep up with my children's antics so well. It is delightful to see."

"Indeed," Lord Glanchester added, his voice warm.

Ophelia blushed modestly. "It is easy with such wonderful company. Though the debates on fencing tactics are quite the challenge."

Henry leaned in, his  voice a whisper. "Do you think Paul could ever win against you? I have heard you are quite skilled."

Ophelia laughed softly. "I am sure Paul would be a gracious opponent, but perhaps he would claim it is all part of his charm."

As the conversation flowed, the warmth of the evening enveloped them. Each jest and story wove a connection. Ophelia felt a deep sense of belonging, embraced by the Glanchester's welcoming presence. She couldn't help but smile as the night continued.

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The sun shone brightly on Hyde Park that Tuesday morning, casting a warm glow over the manicured lawns and winding paths. Ophelia walked beside her older brother, wearing a Clarence blue dress swish around her ankles and holding her parasol aloft to shield herself from the sun's rays, casting a delicate shadow over her fair complexion. The park was bustling with the elite of London society, and Ophelia could feel the eyes of potential suitors upon her. Yet, despite the glances, no gentleman dared approached.

"Is it not a lovely day, Fifi?" Henry asked, breaking the silence.

"Indeed, it is," Ophelia replied, trying to keep her spirits high. But the disappointment of being overlooked was hard to ignore.

Henry, noticing Ophelia's lingering sadness, decided it was time to address the matter head-on. He turned to his sister with a determined look. "Fifi, is something troubling you?"

Ophelia sighed, staring out at the water. "It is just...I seem hopeless in my prospects. Am I still doing something wrong in their eyes?"

Henry shook his head firmly. "No, Fifi. It is not you. It has to be them."

Ophelia glanced at her brother, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. "I try to be polite when a gentleman graces me with his presence. Yet, in the next ball, it is like they do not even see me."

His expression softened. "Perhaps, they are just intimidated by you."

"Intimidated?" she repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion.

He nodded. "Yes. You are intelligent, witty, and beautiful. Some gentlemen do not know how to handle that. They are used to ladies who blend into the background, who do not challenge them. You, on the other hand, are a hidden gem."