The Duke's Second Chance: Clean Regency Romance (Lords for the Sisters of Sussex Book 1) by Johnson Jen Geigle

Author:Johnson, Jen Geigle [Johnson, Jen Geigle]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

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Amelia put on the best dress she could find which was nowhere near as nice as any of the typical finery of the ladies of the ton. She stood in front of her mother’s mirror.

“That brooch looks good on you. Reminds me of your mother.”

“She was so beautiful.” She lifted the image they had of her, young, happy. “I’m afraid I’ll feel out of place.”

“You might. But they’re your family, sure as I’m standing here, and your mother loved them.”

She stood taller and gathered courage from that declaration. “And they requested the meeting. So they must want to see me. Is—What kind of man is grandfather?”

“Well, now, from the way your mother would talk of him, he was funny. Had twinkling eyes, I do believe she was his favorite.”

“And grandmother?”

“I think she might be the more stodgy one of the family, more bent on the rules, but in the end, she was the one who wrote your mother the most.”

The sound of a carriage approaching made her suck in her breath. She straightened, clutched her mother’s reticule, and tiptoed up to leave a kiss on her father’s cheek.

“Just remember all the titles in the word don’t mean a thing if you don’t like the people who hold the titles.”

“I know, Papa. I’ll be back soon.”

He followed her to the door, ready to take on the tea shop duties for the morning.

She exited and a footman bowed and opened the door to a lovely carriage. The outside was dark, with a sheen that reflected the sun. The horses stamped impatiently. The coachman sat on top, facing forward, the livery a deep blue. She couldn’t believe she was about to step inside such a vehicle. She used the footman’s hand to steady herself as she climbed the steps and blinked to adjust to the darker interior. The plush seats were a rich red. “Lovely.”

“Thank you.”

Amelia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out in surprise she was not alone. She situated herself, facing the woman already seated in the carriage and then barely whispered, “You’re welcome.”

More bony than soft, the woman eyed her for many moments without speaking. She was stately. Held herself in one tight rod, but her eyes were kind. She had smile wrinkles which gave Amelia hope as to her nature. The carriage began moving. Amelia felt none of the jerking motions she normally associated with the start of motion in a carriage. But she couldn’t relax into the gentle rocking motions of the finely equipped vehicle. She folded her hands in her lap, crossed her ankles, and waited to be spoken to, belying the intense energy coursing through her.

At length the woman shifted. “I’m pleased you could join us.”

“Thank you. I am honored to be thought of.” She still had no clue as to the identity of the woman. She might harbor a guess, but daren’t.

“You have a great deal of your father in you.” Her tone spoke neither approval nor disapproval.

“Are you acquainted with my father?”

“A very little, though he was quite looked upon by the ladies of the ton.

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