The Actress and the Aristocrat by Katie Ashley

Author:Katie Ashley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katie Ashley Productions

Chapter Fifteen: Charlie

Just as I had predicted, Rand’s and my polo antics were all over the gossip sites. Thankfully, the reviews were all glowing as well. They cited how good it was to see a smile on his face and how relaxed he looked. I guess after what Lydia had done to Rand, both the press and strangers were invested in him finding happiness. He certainly deserved it.

Of course, no one was commenting on the moment that kept me up some nights: our almost kiss. Although everything in Rand’s expression illustrated he wanted to kiss me, he had refused. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. Somehow it felt like a rejection of me and not Eliza.

The weeks following the polo match were somewhat low-key in that we didn’t have back-to-back events. I got my first foray into horse racing at the Investec Derby. While I wasn’t that thrilled about the racing, I did enjoy donning my first fascinator. There was more polo to be watched at Chestertons Polo in the Park and Gloucestershire Festival of Polo. They were a little less enjoyable since Rand wasn’t playing in them.

During the down time, Rand had to work, so I explored more of London. During the down time, Rand had to work, so I explored more of London, which I loved. I was falling in love with the ancient and bustling city. Much to Rand’s amusement, I took myself on the Harry Potter London tour—of course—which had been “bloody brilliant” to quote one of the British tour guides.

When matters took us back to Sutherlin House, I hung around the pool or went riding. It felt like a vacation I was being paid for. Of course, there was still work with my acting to be considered. I read a couple of scripts and thought about what projects I would take on next.

Finally, it came time for the major event of the season—Royal Ascot. Just the words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Maybe it was because My Fair Lady was one of my mother’s favorite movies, and I’d practically memorized the Ascot scene. But most likely it was because I was going to see the Queen, which for a small-town Georgia girl was ridiculously surreal.

This time Bertie did the driving, rather than Rand, as we made our way to Berkshire. I guess it made sense to appear as posh as you could at the season’s biggest event. As we pulled into the venue, Rand handed me a somewhat large, oval button. “Put this on.”

“Why do I need a nametag?”

“Everyone will be wearing one.”

“Ah, like all the cool kids have them?”

Rand chuckled. “I suppose. We’ll certainly need it to get into the Royal Box.”

As we made our way to the Royal Enclosure, it seemed like we walked for miles. “Man, this is a lot of walking,” I remarked.

“That’s why I told you not to wear very high heels.”

“I thought you might be afraid I would be as tall as you,” I teased.

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