Living London by Kristin Vayden

Author:Kristin Vayden
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Astraea Press
Published: 2013-01-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

"Jocelyn!" Amelia floated over to me as quickly as was proper.

"Amelia! I was looking for you," I gushed as I gave her a quick hug.

"Good. We need to talk."

Her eyes brooked no argument, and I was concerned as I followed her to a deserted balcony overlooking the main ballroom of Almack's. I still couldn't believe I was here. When I'd received the voucher I'd immediately pressed it between the pages of my favorite book, wanting to keep the precious paper safe. Almack's!

As we entered the high perch, I viewed the sea of people milling about — some dancing, some heading to a game room to play cards. The sound of music and voices echoed through the richly decorated hall. "So, what's up?" I asked, immediately chastising myself for my slip up. Amelia gave me an odd look before I corrected myself. "I'm sorry. I meant to say, what is the problem?"

She eyed me with thin patience and friendly tolerance as she began to tell me her dilemma. "As you know, Lord Heath asked me to the ball the other night, and well… he asked me to take a ride with him in the park. We did and, to shorten the story, without any details…" Her voice dropped to a murmur as my eyes widened. I began to protest, but she silenced me with a pointed look around the room.

Ooooh, when she does tell me, it will be worth the wait. "Yes?"

"Well, let's just say he made his intentions clear." She cleared her throat daintily. "And now I find myself unsure." Her expression had gone fearful.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Do you remember what you said about rakes being the best husbands?"

"Yes, and you corrected me, saying that reformed rakes made the best husbands."

She looked up at me with a sincere expression. "How does one know if the rake is reformed?"

Good question. In all the books I'd read, it was simply understood because I could read the man's perspective, see into his head or heart. But it wasn't like that in real life. Amelia only had his actions and words to go by. What would she do if the rake in question was simply acting? Trust her heart? What if her heart wasn't the one lying?

"I don't know," I replied.

"Neither do I," she said in a miserable tone. "I want to believe him, but what if I'm wrong?"

She would be heartbroken. Lord Heath had captivated her from the start, and as much as she tried to fight it, she'd never been able to move past it. If he were simply playing with her emotions, the damage would be devastating. Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say. But I did know that time would give us our answer. "Well, we wait, we watch and we hope for the best." I spoke with conviction as I grasped her gloved hand.

With a nod, she gave me a rueful smile. We both wanted more than a wait-and-see answer.

As we left the balcony I glanced around, absorbing my surroundings.

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