Lady Fiasco by Kathleen Baldwin

Author:Kathleen Baldwin [Baldwin, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Traditional Regency Romantic Romp. A Humorous Regency Romance.
ISBN: 9781494231705
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Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Across the room, the notorious Lord Alameda abandoned Fiona and left her sitting beside Honore.

Her Aunt leaned over and whispered into Fiona’s ear. “Watch how Marcus is flattering Sally Jersey. Next she will blush and strike him with her fan.” A moment later, Honore’s prediction came true. “I would pay dearly to learn how she blushes on command. Now observe how the scoundrel will tease her until she is nearly pink with pleasure. Next, they’ll be off to find a dark corner.” She sat back and sighed. “It’s all done in an effort to restore his bruised dignity after being walloped to the floor by your swain.”

“Lord Wesmont is not my swain.”

“Ha! Well, he’s not indifferent to you, my dear. Mind you, I cannot approve of a man who, in plain view of society, is foolhardy enough to knock Alameda to the floor. Still...” Honore chuckled under her breath. “I cannot quite dislike him for it either. He has bottom. I give him credit for that. Unless I am mistaken, the young fool is approaching us now.”

Alarmed, Fiona glanced anxiously toward Tyrell, heading across the room in her direction, his familiar scowl set in striking contrast to his brown angelic curls. She sprang up out of her seat. “Aunt, I beg to be excused. I must go to, er, uh, mend my flounce.”

“You don’t have a flounce, Fiona.”

Looking around desperately, she blurted, “It’s Miss Haversburg, her flounce is torn. I must go and help her at once.”

Honore rolled her eyes. “Coward,” she said to her retreating niece.

“Prudent. I prefer to think of it as prudent,” Fiona murmured, as she scurried off to Miss Haversburg, snared that young lady by the elbow, dropped a curtsy to Lady Haversburg and fled toward the entrance. She checked over her shoulder and saw that Tyrell had adjusted his course and was likewise heading for the ballroom door. He arrived at the doorway just after Fiona rushed through it.

“Miss Hawthorn.”

She ignored him and tried to hurry Miss Haversburg along with her. However, Maria gestured toward the handsome gentleman hailing them, and began to drag her feet. Tyrell caught Fiona’s arm, halting her at last. She looked up at him, infuriated. How dare he run her to ground this way?

“Don’t pretend to cut me, Fiona.” He inclined his head at Miss Haversburg and returned his attention to Fiona.

“I am not pretending.”

“Nonsense. At the very least, you owe me the courtesy of a few words. I am your neighbor, a friend of your father’s, and, until I saw that ferocious look on your face, I thought you also counted me a friend.”

“Friend? By what definition? I had not thought a friend would knock down one’s dancing partner. Indeed, you seem to do a great number of things I would not find listed under the desirable characteristics of a friend. How dare you lecture me on courtesy?” She pulled her arm out of his grasp.

He stiffened. “I don’t expect you to understand my reasoning.”

“Indeed. Because it is inscrutable.”

He gritted his teeth and went on.

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