A Match Made In London by Christina Britton

Author:Christina Britton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: EverAfter Romance
Published: 2019-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Nearly a week later and Rosalind was no closer to befriending the very shy, very skittish Miss Weeton.

She had not been short on opportunities—nor the drive to succeed—but there was always something that seemed to go wrong. Such as the punch she spilled on Miss Weeton’s hem during one unforgettable ball. Or the stumble she’d taken in the park, propelling her into Miss Weeton and nearly sending the poor girl arse over head into the bushes. Or when she’d suggested Miss Weeton play after dinner one evening, not knowing the paralyzing fear public performance had on her.

Really, she thought morosely as she hurried to Lady Belham’s room for their afternoon walk, if awards were being given out for tormenting the poor girl, Rosalind would have received a number of medals by now.

And then there was Lady Belham herself. For she seemed to be plagued at times by low spirits. That and her growing tendency to eschew Rosalind’s company had begun to prey on Rosalind’s mind. What did it mean? Did Lady Belham mean to let her go?

To her relief, Lady Belham appeared in good spirits today. As Rosalind entered she gave her a glowing smile and motioned to the two pelisses her maid Tessa was holding out.

“Which one of these do you think goes with my gown, Miss Merriweather?” Lady Belham asked.

“The pale cream, I think,” Rosalind answered. “It is a beautiful contrast to the amethyst of your gown and makes your dark hair even more striking.”

Lady Belham smiled in delight, letting Tessa help her on with the pelisse before turning to admire herself in her looking glass. “Miss Merriweather, you are a gem. You truly have an eye for these things.”

“Thank you, my lady. Are you ready? Shall we be off?”

Lady Belham’s face fell. “Oh, but didn’t I tell you? I had planned on a solo outing this afternoon.”

Rosalind’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Are you certain, my lady?”

“Oh, yes.” Lady Belham tugged on her gloves, holding them out to Tessa to be secured, and sent a smile Rosalind’s way. “Relax this afternoon, darling, and I’ll see you when I return.”

Rosalind left the room as her employer busied herself with her bonnet. She shouldn’t fret over it, she told herself as she returned to her room to drop off her things. It was nothing. So the woman was enjoying some time alone. It certainly didn’t mean Rosalind was not wanted.

But a creeping voice inside of her warned that it could very well mean Rosalind was no longer needed. Which was a death knell for companions. For if Lady Belham decided she could do without her, where did that leave Rosalind?

She had often feared losing her position in the past. And with Mrs. Gladstow that had been a daily concern, a constant ball in the pit of her stomach that could not be eased.

Now, however, it was more than the position she feared losing. It was Lady Belham herself. For Rosalind cared for the woman much more than she ever dreamed she could.

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