Victoria And The Rogue by Cabot Meg

Author:Cabot, Meg [Cabot, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Humor, Young Adult, Romance, Historical, Chick-Lit, Regency
ISBN: 9780060753214
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2004-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Victoria And The Rogue

CHAPTER TEN

Victoria stood before the mirror in the bedroom she and Rebecca shared, carefully twirling one strand of brown hair around each of her index fingers, then examining the results. It was not ideal, she supposed, but it would have to do. She didnt have time to wait for Mariah and her curling iron.

Oh! Rebeccastill in her dressing gown, her own hair tied up in many brightly colored strips of ragrolled over on the bed and exclaimed, Oh, Vicky, you must hear this part; it is too romantic.

And before Victoria could protest that she had had her fill of romance, thank you very much, Rebecca read aloud from the letter she had received earlier that morning from the extremely prolific Mr. Abbott:

Your lips, Rebecca read, are like sun-kissed cherries. Your skin, the purest cream. Your hair is gold as honey, and your voice an orchestral dream....

Victoria said politely, Isnt that lovely? and refrained from asking what an orchestral dream might be.

Hes really a very talented poet, isnt he? Rebecca rolled over again, this time onto her back, and, holding Mr. Abbotts letter at arms length, admired the way his manly handwriting looked from afar. I told him he ought to write a book. A book of poems. He could dedicate it to me. Havent you always longed to have a book of poems dedicated to you, Vicky?

Victoria, giving up on her curls, reached instead for her second-best bonnet. It was, a glance out the

windows showed her, pouring outside (what else was new?), and she was not about to risk her favorite hat in such a deluge.

Yes, she replied, without having really heard the question.

I dont suppose theres any chance of that happening to you, is there, Vicky? Rebecca glanced slyly in Victorias direction. Im sure Lord Malfrey doesnt write poetry. Hes not nearly as cerebral as Charles, is he?

Yes, Victoria said absently. Have you seen my umbrella, Becky? Or did I leave it downstairs?

I dont know, Rebecca said. Should you really be going out, Vicky? After all, you looked to be at deaths door just last night. Wherever can you be going, anyway, on such a dreary morning?

Ive an appointment, Victoria said tersely. With Lord Malfrey.

With Lord Malfrey? Well, surely you can change it. Rebecca glanced meaningfully at the windows. It cant be worth going out in all this.

It is, Victoria replied, slipping on a pair of gloves. Believe me.

I think youre being ridiculous. Hed surely understand if you sent a note to say youll see him later, when the rain stops. The last thing you want, Vicky, is a red nose on your wedding day, and if you keep up with this, thats surely what youll get. Come in, Rebecca called, in response to a tap at the door.

Mariah opened the door, then bobbed a curtsy, exactly the way Victoria had taught her.

Begging your pardon, miss, she said, very respectfully, to Rebecca. But Captain Carstairs is downstairs, and wishes a word with Lady Victoria.

Victoria did not pause as she stuffed a handkerchief and several spare hairpins into her reticule.

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