Saving a scoundrel (Runaway Regency Brides Book 4) by Regina Darcy

Author:Regina Darcy [Darcy, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Clean and Wholesome Romance
Published: 2019-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

Although it did not matter particularly how fashionably she was attired for the Autumn Ball, Frederica had enjoyed behaving as if she had nothing to do with the matter, thereby forcing her brother and her fiancé to settle the issue between them.

Rowland did not want his sister to appear dowdy and reflect badly upon him; Lord Oakland wanted his future wife to be a credit to his standing in society. But neither wished to pay for the expense.

Frederica chose her least fashionable gown, a very simple garment from her season two years prior. She wore no jewellery with it, and told Carla to style her hair in her customary ringlets. Curiously, she found the unadorned effect to be complimentary as she studied herself in the mirror. The russet hue of the gown brought out hidden golden highlights in her brown hair; the style of the dress accentuated her height without making her seem as if she was towering.

“Oh, Miss,” Carla said happily, “it cannot be denied that you’re a beauty! I shouldn’t be at all surprised if some fine gentleman don’t whisk you off the dance floor and off to Gretna Green!”

Frederica laughed. The only gentleman with the audacity to do such a thing was the Earl of Gilberton and she had no indications that his sentiments toward her leaned in that direction.

She was troubled to have nothing to offer him in the way of information regarding her brother’s activities with regard to the death of Lord Dalton. She had, in desperation at her last foray into her brother’s study, happened upon a crumbled piece of paper upon the floor. She had seized it; if her brother noticed its absence, he would have to deduce some reason for it. As he had discarded it, she was hoping that thoughts of it would be abandoned.

The information on it was meaningless to her, the name Muller in one column and next to it, the word Egypt, followed by the name Giles that she had seen before in one of his ledgers. What possible business interests could her brother have in Egypt, she wondered. Still, it was all she had been able to procure and it currently was safely folded in her reticule which dangled from her wrist.

“I think it safe to say that I shall be returning home tonight and not travelling to Scotland,” she muttered to herself as she stared out the entrance door to the cold autumn landscaped that was on display in front of her.

Carla was a dear; she hated the notion of her mistress wedded to such a lump of a man as Lord Oakland, but she had never voiced her opinions. She was as circumspect as she could possibly be and yet mistress and maid had a bond which did not require spoken communication. Frederica was no more enamoured of the idea, or of Lord Oakland, than Carla. But her brother had issued his order and she was helpless to object. M’sieur de Bois had written on

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