Lord Grenville's Choice (The Grenville Chronicles Book 1) by G.G. Vandagriff

Author:G.G. Vandagriff [Vandagriff, G.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency Romance
Publisher: Orson Whitney Press
Published: 2014-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

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Felicity had been so angry with her husband’s behavior at her musicale that she had left her guests, torn off her new gown, put on an old walking skirt and pelisse, and sneaked down the servants’ stairs and out the back door into the dark night. By the faint light of the street lamps, she and Martha made their way the four blocks to Morecombe House in silence, shivering in the spring air. Laughter tumbled out of several mansions lit with hundreds of candles for the balls that were taking place. Orchestras played waltzes, reels, and minuets. Felicity’s spirits sank lower and lower.

She had reveled in Alex’s loud praise after her performance. She thought finally she had done something that had made him see who she really was, when not being a difficult wife. Then: Elizabeth. He had been watching her and he had been thinking of her. Swallowing her lies.

Felicity’s only prayer was that Elizabeth would expose herself one of these days, and that Alex would wake up from his long infatuation. Aunt Henrietta felt it was bound to happen sooner or later.

When she reached home, she was glad to find Papa soundly asleep. She checked on Jack. He was well-settled, his cheeks pink from dreaming as he held his stuffed bear with both arms. Wanting to leave the memories of the night behind, Felicity decided suddenly to sleep in the nursery near her son instead of her lonely bed where she would only be pursued by bitter thoughts. She lay down in the empty bed beside Jack’s. The bed where someday her new child would sleep. She steered her tired thoughts to that event and tried to leave the exhausting and disappointing night behind.

*~*~*

Felicity was eating breakfast with her father in his room when Alex called.

“Good morning, my dear. Good morning, my lord.” He bowed to them both and seated himself at their small table, handing her an exquisite white orchid. Attached was a card reading, “From your ardent admirer, Alex.”

Felicity said, “Ardent?” in cool tones. Her father, who knew the history of the evening, merely inclined his head.

“Ardent to the greatest degree,” her husband said. “You left last night before I had a chance to express my appreciation. Your arias were superb. It is a rarity for me to appreciate a soprano voice.”

“Is that why you have never been to hear me before?”

“Yes, I confess it is. I dislike shrill voices. But your voice is unusually clear and brilliant. Marston told me you could take Europe by storm, should you wish.”

“I imagine Napoleon would have something to say about that,” Felicity said, disappointed in herself that his praise meant so much. She was actually blushing.

“And how are you feeling today, my lord?” Alex inquired of her father.

“Well,” he said with a nod.

“Papa’s speech is improving daily. Today, Dr. Caldwell plans to try to get him to take a few steps.”

“I am very grateful that your recovery is progressing so beautifully,” Alex said to Papa. Turning to her, he said.

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