The Wrong Heiress for Christmas: Matchmaking for Wallflowers, #6 by Bianca Blythe

Author:Bianca Blythe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance cinderella, christmas historical romance, regency romance humor, romance mistaken identity, historical romance duke, historical romance wallflower, historical romance scientist, regency holiday romance
Publisher: Bianca Blythe
Published: 2017-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HE MIGHT PROPOSE.

The words rang through Celia’s mind.

It was the last thing she’d thought of when she’d gone to bed, and now she’d woken, it was the first thing she thought of.

Obviously Rosamund was being overly romantic.

One didn’t crown oneself lead matchmaker in one’s town without some proclivity for sentimentality.

Celia needed to leave at once.

She glanced outside.

Even though the condensation clouded her view, it was clear a snowstorm had started. Wind rattled against the manor home. A branch must have snapped off, for she jumped.

If she left, she would need to leave now.

Lady Theodosia had already been gone for two days. Surely that would ensure they had a sufficient head start?

She couldn’t wait. She couldn’t apologize.

She hastily stuffed Lady Theodosia’s dresses back into her case. She wouldn’t worry about the creases now. She could fix them later, after a great deal of apologizing to Lady Theodosia.

She snapped the case shut and sprinted down the stairs.

The steps creaked beneath her. It seemed some past ancestor here had built-in warning systems.

No matter.

She quickened her pace.

She wondered what Frederick would think.

No. It was easy to give in to him. Far, far too easy.

The way he gazed at her.

The way he made her laugh, more than anyone else in the world. Those things should not be weapons, but they struck more fear in her than anything else in the world, as if he had been clasping a sabre in his hand.

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Likely it was the butler coming to investigate. Likely he hadn’t thought anyone would be coming inside at this hour, and he certainly wasn’t prepared for anyone leaving.

She stepped out the door, despite the ever-thickening snowflakes.

She wouldn’t be able to get far.

Perhaps she should try the neighboring manor house? She hurried in the direction of the building.

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