Six Missives by Rachael Anderson

Author:Rachael Anderson [Anderson, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, regency romance, sweet romance, clean romance, clean, sweet, regency, historical, love
Publisher: HEA Publishing
Published: 2023-10-22T18:30:00+00:00

Wanted:Two educated females who enjoy teaching young ladies in subjects such as poise, needlepoint, manners, literature, and arithmetic. Must be available to begin in January. Please reply to Miss Addison’s School for Young Ladies in Brighton.

Chelle reread her words only to frown and scribble out the word two and replace it with one. No need to advertise the fact that two teachers were leaving the school.

The advertisement was decidedly dull, but what else could she say? She needed to start somewhere, the sooner the better. It could take months to locate the right teachers for the positions. She only hoped Susan would approve of this decision to move forward. If only the headmistress would send some sort of reply or direction.

A loud rap on the front door startled Chelle into dropping her pencil. Footsteps sounded as the aged butler strode into the foyer and opened it with a creak.

“Ah, you have come again, Sir Miles, and are bearing more flowers, I see.”

Chelle’s heart skipped and danced at the same time her hand flew to her hair, which she’d left in a long braid down her back, not thinking she’d be required to entertain anyone this morning. She pushed her hands into her pockets, hoping to find a pin but came up empty.

“I have indeed, Gladston,” came Went’s familiar voice. “Have I been lucky enough to catch Mr. Ellington or Lady Miriam at home?”

“I’m afraid they have not returned from services just yet.”

“In that case, could you tell me how Miss Ellington is faring? Is she up and about?”

Gladston kept his answer vague. “She is doing much better, I believe.”

“Very glad to hear it. Is she at home to visitors?”

Chelle grinned, enjoying his persistence. She began coiling her braid as she called out, “That all depends on who is asking. If it is Sir Miles, then perhaps not, but Went is most welcome.” She shoved a pencil into the knot to keep it in place and quickly smoothed her skirts.

A long pause followed her words, and Chelle began to wonder if either man had heard her.

A throat finally cleared, and Went did his best to explain. “I realize you only know me as Sir Miles, but I also go by Went, which is apparently what I must be called today if I am to be received.”

“Er…” Clearly, Gladston had no idea how to take such a pronouncement.

Chelle giggled as the butler appeared in the doorway, Went’s head popping up behind him.

“Do try and explain, if you will,” Went said. “The poor man is most perplexed, as anyone would be in his situation.”

Gladston startled at the sound of Went’s voice and tossed a frown over his shoulder. “I beg your pardon, sir.”

Chelle laughed. “I was only jesting, Gladston. Forgive my poor manners. Of course Sir Miles is welcome, especially if he has brought more lavender.”

“Er… no.” Went made a face as he stepped around the butler and held out a bouquet of orange lilies. “I heard your fever subsided, so I thought you’d want something to brighten your day instead of put you to sleep.

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