First book of the historical trilogy.
This is a rough draft and unedited.
❗️ For mature audience. Language and some scenes are not suitable for the younger audience.❗️
No. 9 in #maiden (07/09/19)
No. 59 in #history (06/27/19)
No. 1 in #overs...
Angélique was snapped out of her daze as a high-pitched voice came from nearby. "Oh dear! How many times do I have to tell you that you are to reach out to me first before you socialize, Angélique?!"
Lady McBeth dramatically put her hand over her forehead as if she were about to faint. Her fan beating wildly like wings of a young bird trying to fly for the first time. "You simply cannot be seen in a company of men unattended! Imagine the scandal, just look around! Everyone is whispering no doubt about my incompetency to keep you away from rascals. Especially the likes of you, Captain, Duke." She regarded each of the male companions distastefully.
And with no further ado, Lady McBeth grabbed not so gently arm of each of the young Ladies and dragged them away. They could not do anything but look over their shoulders, apologetically. This outrageous behaviour was so un-Lady McBeth that it left Angélique wondering what those two gentlemen had done to provoke such reaction.
That night, it seemed as if it were Lady McBeth's goal to keep Angélique and Rose as far from the Captain Rolenth and the Duke Stamford as possible. But all was in vain when Richard swept Angélique off her feet and gave the most scandalous view on the infamous Spinner or Weller.
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Angélique blushed at the memory as she dreamily looked out of the French window in her library. A contempt sigh left her crimson lips. Her companion and friend, Rosalinda Stockwood, curiously snapped her eyes up to Angélique's face.
The faint sound seemed to echo from the rows upon rows of books, which covered the four tall walls of the room. After a while, Rose snapped teasingly, "Out of your faraway dreamland, Angie." Watching Angélique was almost as intriguing as the book she was lovingly caressing in her hands.
Suddenly, Angélique burst out giggling. She turned to her friend, her eyes now very present and sparkling with glee. "Do you recall the face of Lady McBeth when we danced the Spinner or Weller?" Angélique shook her head, her golden locks flying from side to side as she did so.
Rose soon joined in as she saw the ugly mask of disapproval and distaste on older Lady's face in front of her as if the mentioned Lady was there that very second with the same grimace as she harboured last night. "More like every ton woman's expression." Rose chuckled. "They were just jealous that their husbands didn't come forth and done the same really." Rose thought out loud and shook her head as she remembered the green-eyed monsters that became of the ton the moment that passionate couple overruled the dancefloor.
That made Angélique stop. With a heavy heart, she came to the realization that she knew nothing of the Duke, although, they have danced the most intimate dance together. The only time they spent together before that was when he rescued her from getting acquainted with the floor – which was a result of his actions, therefore, his fault, in the first place – but his steely eyes were too intense for her to form any coherent thought.
And so, they danced. Their bodies tightly pressed together, her right hand rested against his shoulder blade, the other intertwined with his. The Duke's arm found its way yet again around her small waist where it was burning through the material of her dress and making her breathless.
