Lady Fiasco: A Humorous Traditional Regency Romance (My Notorious Aunt Book 1) by Kathleen Baldwin

Author:Kathleen Baldwin [Baldwin, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Traditional Regency Romantic Romp, Humorous Regency Romance, Romantic Comedy, Reminiscent of Georgette Heyer
Publisher: Ink Lion Books
Published: 2013-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

That afternoon, Maria Haversburg came to call and sat fidgeting on Lady Alameda’s sofa. Her mama rapped her smartly on the leg. “Sit still,” she said under her breath. Lady Haversburg looked anxiously at the mantel clock. “Lady Alameda must be unavoidably detained. Perhaps, we ought to take our leave.”

Fiona earnestly shook her head. “Oh no, I’m certain my aunt will appear at any moment. You know how unhappy she’ll be if she misses your visit.” She extended a plate of Mattie’s shortbread. “More biscuits, Lady Haversburg?”

“Well, just one more. They are tasty. I often remark, Honore is most fortunate in her Scottish cook.”

Lady Haversburg plucked a large biscuit from the plate. Maria looked hopefully at the plate, but her mother pushed it away from her daughter, shaking her finger from side to side. She sputtered crumbs, as she said, “Maria has had quite enough, thank you.”

Fiona smiled sympathetically at her friend and looked up at the clock as it pinged four times for the hour.

“Miss Hawthorn, were you not engaged to go driving with Lord Wesmont this afternoon?” Maria said, and the odor of musk and fetid teeth wafted toward Fiona.

“I’m not certain.” She smiled and shrugged as if it were of little or no consequence.

“But I distinctly heard him say he would call for you at four o’clock.”

“Did he? Lord Wesmont jests so often, one never knows if he is sincere or simply bamming.” Fiona bit the corner of her lip, hoping her lie was not evident.

“Odd,” said Maria. “Lord Wesmont seemed such a serious gentleman. I wouldn’t have thought he was jesting.”

“I daresay, Maria is right.” Her mama fanned at the air to dispel her daughter’s dental aroma. “Did you see the beastly scowl he wore all night? Enough to give anyone the impression he is naught but an ill-tempered scapegrace.”

The butler stood in the open doorway and cleared his throat. “Lord Wesmont.” The butler bowed, presenting the guest in the doorway.

Maria gasped. The ill-tempered lord stood before them, dressed in a perfect-fitting blue cutaway and buff form-fitting unmentionables.

“Although, one could do worse,” muttered Lady Haversburg, nudging her daughter up, completely unabashed about the disparaging comment she had just made.

Lord Wesmont’s thick eyebrows were not set in his famous furrowed scowl. His eyes were shuttered halfway in an unreadable expression. Although, Fiona wondered if the corners of his mouth weren’t twitching ever so slightly.

She rose, struggling to control her breath and pulse. “Lord Wesmont, such a surprise.”

He took her hand and spoke softly enough that only she could hear. “So you thought I was merely jesting?”

She ignored his dig and introduced him to Lady Haversburg and her daughter. He bowed politely over each lady’s hand. When he bowed over Maria’s hand, he did not recoil from the blast of fetid air that surely must have assaulted him when the girl smiled. It pleased Fiona that he took pains to be kind. He remained composed and gracious even when Maria spoke to him and revealed more of her unfortunate teeth.

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