The Path to the Duke's Heart: A Historical Regency Romance Book by Barwood Martha

Author:Barwood, Martha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

As Genevieve entered the resplendent drawing room of Cavendale Manor, a hushed anticipation filled the air. The elegant ambiance, with its ornate furnishings and soft glow of candle light, seemed to be in harmony with the sophisticated assembly gathered within. It was just as lovely as she was expecting it to be, and she was looking forward to what the night might hold.

Amongst the crowd, her eyes sought a familiar presence. One she had been worried she might not see again for a long time, until she remembered the dinner party tonight. And there, standing amidst the grandeur, was Jonathan. Just the man she had wanted to see. The room, filled with animated conversations and the gentle hum of societal niceties, momentarily blurred into the background as their eyes locked.

In that fleeting second, everything else seemed to fade away. The tapestries on the walls, the chandeliers casting a warm glow, the genteel murmur of voices — all paled in comparison to the intensity of the gaze exchanged between Genevieve and Jonathan. There was no one else in the world who could make her feel that way, that could make her heart race like crazy. She actually pressed her hand to her chest in the hope that she might calm herself down somewhat. She did not wish to have blushed red cheeks right now. The connection, though brief, held the weight of shared moments and unspoken understandings. It was a glimpse of familiarity in the midst of societal intricacies, a silent acknowledgment that transcended the constraints of decorum. Genevieve felt like this man understood her more than anyone else could.

She only wished that she could cross the room directly to speak with him, to block out the rest of the guests at the dinner, so they could talk about the River Lox and what was next on their adventure, but of course she could not. Not when duty expected her to greet everyone who was in attendance. Perhaps later, she would get her chance to speak with just him.

Of course she could not be seen alone with him tonight. Not with Harry’s warning words still floating through her brain.

Genevieve glided through the lavish surroundings of Cavendale Manor’s drawing room, a symphony of sensory delights enveloping her. The soft hum of conversations created a melodic backdrop, weaving through the air like a delicate sonata. The room was adorned with the rich aroma of fragrant blooms, their perfume mingling with the laughter and polite exchanges.

Chandeliers cast a warm glow, illuminating intricate wall patterns that seemed to dance with the flicker of candle light. The opulence of the setting, however, was secondary to the current of thoughts that coursed through Genevieve’s mind.

Her senses, attuned to the refined elegance of the evening, were preoccupied with a singular question — did Jonathan remember their secret promise about the River Lox? Amidst the grandeur and societal expectations, her thoughts reached out, like tendrils searching for a familiar echo. He promised that he would adventure with them

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