Penelope ( A Madcap Regency Romance ) (The Fairweather Sisters Book 1) by Anya Wylde

Author:Anya Wylde [Wylde, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-01-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

This was Penelope’s third social outing in London and they were at Lord Abbey’s home. She sighed in relief. Things up until now had gone smoothly. She had entered the drawing room, greeted the host, and then retired to the furthest corner of the room. She now stood next to a salmon pink marble pillar.

It was a good position from where she could discreetly watch all the new arrivals. Her eyes blazed in interest when Lady Lydia made a dramatic entrance wearing a sea green silk dress and a sapphire hued silk turban. Lady Lydia pinned her eyes on the duke and made her way towards him. A slight touch on Penelope’s arm distracted her from the sight.

“Lord Poyning is coming this way,” Anne whispered urgently.

“As is Lord Rivers,” Penelope replied, nervously watching the pair.

“Don’t worry, I won’t give you a chance to speak,” Anne said, patting her hair.

A moment later Lord Poyning and Lord Rivers arrived. Anne immediately engaged Lord Poyning in conversation.

Lord Rivers and Penelope were more than happy to let the two ramble on.

“What a wonderful coat,” Anne gushed.

Poyning preened.

Penelope sipped her wine and inwardly grimaced. The coat in question was velvet puce and it was positioned directly in front of her eyes. She looked away from the revolting garment and searched the room. She found who she was looking for— the duke. His superbly cut grey coat, she noted, was excellent and not at all offensive. He was absorbed in a conversation with a grey haired man.

She stared at him for some time until someone roughly shoved her from behind. She gasped, lurching on her feet. She quickly turned around, an automatic apology on her lips. But the woman who had pushed her was already making a speedy exit from the scene. All Penelope could see was the woman’s departing back.

Frowning thoughtfully, Penelope turned back around to find Lady Anne glaring at her. Bewildered, she glanced at Lord Poyning questioningly. Lord Poyning avoided her eyes, his hands busy scrubbing at a dark patch on his coat.

“You lurched and spilled wine on his beloved coat,” Lord Rivers remarked.

Penelope eyed her empty glass in horror. “I am so sorry, Lord Poyning. I will buy you a new coat. I am sure Madame Bellafraunde will assist me. Truly, I didn’t mean to …”

“Miss Fairweather, you have no need to apologise. I must find the hostess. She should have something for the stain,” Lord Poyning said, his eyes busy inspecting his coat.

“I think I spotted Lady Abbey near the gambling room. She was conversing with Miss Berkley,” Anne said. She then turned to Penelope and sent her a loaded look.

Penelope understood and meekly followed Anne towards the red satin curtains.

“How could you?” Anne asked furiously.

“But it wasn’t my fault. Not this time,” Penelope tried to explain.

“It is never your fault, is it, Miss Fairweather? No,” she said holding her hand up, “I don’t want to hear a single thing anymore. Please fetch my brother. I would like to go home.

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