The Wagered Miss Winslow by Michaels Kasey

Author:Michaels, Kasey [Michaels, Kasey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

Eleven

“Ah, and it’s a fine figure of a woman you be, missy, dressed up in all those lovely shingerleens, even if you’re little more than a wee spit of a thing.”

Rosalind looked into the mirror, seeing Bridget’s red-cheeked face reflected in the glass behind her. “Shingerleens, Bridget?” she questioned, frowning as she touched her hands to the pale-pink ribbons that hung from the puffed sleeves of her hastily constructed ivory silk wedding gown. “Do you mean these?”

“Aye, missy—those ribbons and bows. Bobby always did fancy ribbons and bows. Why, once he stole me the loveliest bit of satin for m’saint’s day—it touched me no end, don’t you know, even as I was cuffin’ his ears.”

Rosalind laughed, for she had heard more than one amusing story of Beau’s checkered youth on the streets of Dublin. It no longer surprised her to hear that he might have chanced to filch the occasional frippery from the stalls in the marketplace. She was not such a fool as to believe he’d had an easy time of it, living hand-to-mouth as Bridget’s father grew older and had more trouble finding work that paid a decent wage.

“Beau does have a hint of larceny in him, that’s for certain,” Rosalind said now as a beaming Mollie secured a gossamer-thin veil to a small bunch of flowers set in the swirl of blonde curls on the crown of her mistress’ head. “Yet I will admit to you that I find it difficult to reconcile the image of the tall, strapping man I am about to marry with the barefoot scamp you have told me about, Bridget.”

“Did he steal kisses, too?” Mollie asked of the older woman, the maid’s mind as always turning, sooner or later, to things amorous.

Bridget rolled her eyes. “Aye, and you’re your mither’s daughter ta the life, the good Lord rest her soul, even if you’ve none of Mairghread’s looks—exceptin’ for those round heels o’ yours. It’s a good thing it is that Mairghread’s gone ta her heavenly reward since I left here, or we’d for certain have our hands full. Missy—is it sure you are that we should be takin’ this one with us today? No end ta the mischief a colleen like this one could get up ta in a temptin’ place like Lunnon.”

Mollie’s full lower lip came out in a pout. “Nasty old woman,” she said, blinking rapidly in the hope she could produce a tear or two with which to impress her mistress. “You’d leave me here all alone to wither and die, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, and now it’s tears, is it?” Bridget rose from the chair she had been sitting in, giving a toss of her head to Mollie before she walked completely around Rosalind, inspecting her appearance from every angle. “Mairghread’s daughter actin’ the penitent. Mayhap she’ll be down on her knees in a moment. It’d be a fine day, that, if I thought for a moment I’d live ta see it.”

“You’re a fine one to talk!” Mollie parried, her chin thrusting forward belligerently.

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