Bride of Falcon by Collette Cameron

Author:Collette Cameron [Cameron, Collette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00VPMQTKW
Publisher: Blue Rose Romance in Partnership with Windtree Press
Published: 2015-05-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Miss Ivonne, wake up.” Dawson prodded Ivonne’s shoulder with a bony finger.

Ivonne groaned and forced her eyelids open. She raised a hand to her forehead and blinked away the grittiness in her eyes from too much crying and not enough sleep. Memories of last night and Falcon descended, the burden of their dual yoke weighing heavily upon her.

Seizing the jonquil velvet bed curtains, the maid swept them to either bedpost. “His lordship and her ladyship wish you to meet them in the study.”

Plucking at the embroidered counterpane topping her bed, Ivonne sighed. She longed to crawl beneath the silk coverlet and ignore her parents’ summons. She could claim to be indisposed. Truth to tell, she did feel rather awful. ... Until she remembered the plan she concocted last night. She barely refrained from an unladylike snicker and rubbing her hands together in glee.

Moments later, Dawson threw open the heavy draperies. Sunlight blazed into the chamber, revealing a breakfast tray atop a dainty table situated before the balcony. A chemise, stockings, and a mint green morning dress trimmed in ecru lace lay draped across a rosewood fainting couch.

“I let you sleep as long as I could.” Dawson grinned, revealing her slightly crooked front teeth. “You didn’t stir a jot, even when I cleaned the grate.”

Ivonne yawned and sat up. She attempted to smooth her tangled hair. She ought to have plaited the mane before retiring. “I couldn’t sleep last night. The hour was after five when I finally dozed off.”

She gestured in the direction of the tray and gown. “I see you’ve been busy this morning.”

“Morning?” Dawson chuckled, deep wrinkles etching her face. She pointed to the boudoir clock. “Not for an hour.”

“It’s after one?” Ivonne stared in disbelief. She leaped from the bed, and then winced, laying a hand to her head. Pain thrummed behind her eyes. “I never sleep this late. What time am I to meet my parents?”

“Two o’clock. Sharp.” Dawson tucked a stray grayish-blonde strand of hair into her cap. “The master’s exact words.”

After a hasty washing and slightly less swift toilette, Ivonne gulped down two bites of toast and a swallow of tepid tea. She shot the clock a hurried glance. Three minutes to make the study. Though normally good-natured, Father didn’t abide tardiness.

So much for putting the scheme she’d hatched into action today, dash it all. With a little wave to Dawson, Ivonne hustled from her bedchamber. On second thought, this was better. It gave her more time to plot.

The first item on the agenda?

A secret meeting with her notorious second cousin, Emilia Leighton. A well-known demirep, Emmy seemed the perfect person to help Ivonne accomplish the task she’d set herself: transforming into an alluring creature no man could resist, least of all a golden-haired Greek god.

Not that I would have him after last night.

A wave of trepidation swept Ivonne. God help her if caught with Emmy. Turning a corner, Ivonne lifted her skirt and picked up her pace. Emmy wasn’t received by anyone in the family these days.

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