To Love A Lord of London by Eleanor Meyers

Author:Eleanor Meyers
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: ShermanBrooks Publishers
Published: 2016-08-03T23:00:00+00:00

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7

CHAPTER

SEVEN

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AND AS SHE LOOKED INTO HIS EYES, SHE SAW THE TRUTH …

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“T hat gown is beautiful,” Jane whispered as she stared at her sister in the mirror, tears in her eyes.

Catherine ran her hand down the silk material. Red. It was so vivid. And the cut of it a little lower than she’d have liked it to be. “I can’t wear this. What would people say?”

“They’d all envy you, but most importantly, you’ll catch Andrew’s eye. Isn’t that why you’ve been doing all this anyway?”

She thought about her answer and went with honesty. “Yes and no. I do want him to see me, but more importantly… I just wanted… to see what I could become. I need to start thinking of my own future.”

Jane smiled as she lounged in the settee. “Well, I must say that your future is looking quite bright.” Then she popped up out of the chair. “I’m going to go get the maid so she can help you out of the dress.” Then she was gone.

Catherine moved closer to the mirror, examining her skin, her eyes, her lips. She would be turning twenty-five on the night of the ball. And while most unmarried women would have thought the announcement her doom, Catherine was not one who feared spinsterhood.

For the last five years, Catherine had actually been approached by a few men, looking for a wife, but she’d held on to her belief that Andrew would come around, that one day, he would forgive her childhood mistake. A shared kiss with another man.

The sound of the door opening and closing caught her attention, but assuming it to be the maid, she didn’t turn around. “I’m ready to get out of this dress.”

“I’d be more than happy to assist,” came the dark reply.

Catherine almost twisted her ankle when she spun around to look at the man standing in her room. Andrew. His deep voice and the promise in his eyes made her heart leap. She placed her hand on her chest. “What are you doing in here?” Then she gasped, “You’re in my room. You must leave.”

Andrew’s dark green eyes roamed over her dress. His gaze, seeming to touch her where it went, gave Catherine the urge to fidget. Yet, instead, she held herself still.

When he didn’t reply, she spoke again, “You can’t be here. What if you’re caught?”

His eyes met hers. “With a quarter of the power of London downstairs? We’d be forced to marry. Isn’t that what you want anyway?”

Catherine looked away, but wasn’t it what she wanted? Wasn’t marriage to her childhood friend her dream? “No.” Not like this.

He frowned, a brooding look she’d come to love. “Oh, that’s right. You’ve already moved on.”

I had little choice. It was what she would have said. It was the kind of reply that Andrew would be looking for. But, instead, Catherine would not give him the debate he wanted. She was through fighting with him. The little tit for tat had become some sort of love language for the couple, but they were not a couple anymore.

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