"Who is it mama?" I whispered fiercely as we raced up the creaking stairs.
"Lord Rhodes, child." She replied without strain.
"The infamous rake? Why in the devil would you allow him entrance?" I whispered frantically, trying in vain to catch up with her.
"This is the benefit of remaining in the ladies' gossip circles at balls, my dear. You would have heard a good deal of flattering talk of the gentleman since he has re-entered society.
"How you easily climb these stairs in panniers will never cease to amaze me." I said, breathing heavily as we reached the top landing. I grabbed her before she could reach for the door.
"Mama, what are these instances of hearsay?" I urged.
"His sister died, dear. He put away his rakish habits when he went into mourning all these years." She began, perplexed. "Since he has re-entered society, he is hosting all of these charity balls and has done a great deal for the poor in the area."
I sighed, remaining dubious, but was more resigned hearing that he had given so much to the less fortunate. Mama saw my expression, and thinking it a sigh of resignation, pulled out of my grasp before I could stop her.
"The honorable Lord Rhodes, may I re-introduce my beloved daughter, Ms. Windle." Mama said, and ushered me to her side, beaming with pride. I had resolved to not give the gentleman the time of day, ye there I was, frozen in place as I beheld the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
"Hello Ms. Windle." Michael replied with a gentle smile, and he rose and inclined, coming to my side.
"Your servant." He said, and my face burned. His eyes were looking directly into mine, making sure I fell into his spell, my bitter mind rebutted, and I replied, "How good of you to visit."
He led me to the table and ever so gently sat me down. All of his manners were perfectly amenable, and I could feel mama's gaiety growing with every bow and smile.
"Now, I believe you both should have a moment in private. Please ring if you should have need of anything else." I inspected the bell at my side and regarded it as my safety net for situations that required diffusing.
"Thank you, Lady Windle, I am greatly in awe of your generosity and hospitality." He said, got up to bow once again. She looked like she was about to giggle like a child with how taken she was with the man.
She only curtsied, bereft of words as it were, and then she made a soft exit. To be left alone with a man was hugely indecorous, and most likely part of mama's plot.
I stiffened, glancing in trepidation at the little bell at our side.
"Tea?" Michael began, looking as if there was nothing amiss with the absence of a chaperone. That could have only meant one thing, and my mind came flashing back to me how mama had been more than rapturous to deliver me to a private meeting with a man.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I did not answer his inquiry but got straight to the point.
"What are you getting at?" I shot, staring baldly at him.
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Historical FictionSophie is a reserved young heiress struggling to find her place in 1808 English society. Wallflowers such as herself typically frequented the position without choice, but to the scandal of the ton, Sophie prefers it. This is especially true as her p...