The Somerville Farce by Michaels Kasey

Author:Michaels, Kasey [Michaels, Kasey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New York Times Bestselling Author, regency romance
Published: 2012-05-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

It had nearly gone four in the morning before the last of the guests staggered out onto the flagway and Trixy could shoo the girls upstairs to bed, Eugenie chattering nineteen to the dozen about the handsome, charming Grover Saltaire and Helena still strangely subdued.

Lady Amelia, still fanning herself with a huge ostrich-plume fan that had suffered a prodigious workout throughout the length of the evening, announced that “we are a brilliant success” as she, too, climbed the staircase, Pinch at her elbow to assist her in the ascent.

Andy, who had spent most of the evening standing about in the card room, watching as Lord Halsey dropped more than five hundred pounds without a blink, was explaining the fine points of some card game to Willie as the two followed in Lady Amelia’s wake, Willie, like Helena, uncharacteristically subdued.

Harry, Trixy noticed as she lingered in the black-and-white-tile foyer, was nowhere to be seen.

She wandered back into the ballroom to send the yawning servants to bed, telling them they could finish their work in the morning, and then went about snuffing candles that were threatening to sputter out by themselves.

It was strange how forlorn the ballroom looked to her now, devoid of people. The pink bunting, which had seemed so romantic only a few hours earlier, now just looked tired, and seemed to sag in all the wrong places. The flowers had already begun to wilt, and the rows of empty chairs, once arranged so precisely, looked like the broken lines of weary soldiers hastily reassembled after a fierce battle.

Trixy had danced only a single time, with Sir Roderick, since no other man had approached her all evening. Not that she was too disappointed. She hadn’t really expected to become the belle of the ball, although she had, deep in her heart of hearts, hoped that Harry might have—

Trixy bit her lip, purposefully banishing the traitorous thought from her mind. Lady Amelia, bless her, had sidled up to Trixy halfway through the evening to explain that Harry very rarely danced, which wasn’t to say that he had lost interest in her, which Lady Amelia was sure he hadn’t, for Trixy looked very sweet in her gown and Harry wasn’t, after all, a blind man.

Walking to the center of the ballroom, Trixy shook her head as she remembered Lady Amelia’s words. The woman had taken a liking to Trixy, as Trixy had to her, and she did not look forward to viewing Lady Amelia’s eventual inevitable disappointment when the end of the Season came.

One dance. Was that really too much to ask from the man? One single dance. A waltz, perhaps. Yes... yes, definitely a waltz.

Trixy slipped a finger into the small fabric loop positioned halfway down the skirt of her gown and lifted the material as she would have if she were going to dance the waltz. Her left hand went out to rest lightly on the shoulder of her imaginary partner and her eyes closed as she listened to the music playing inside her head.

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