Vow by K.J. Jackson

Author:K.J. Jackson [Jackson, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-08T23:00:00+00:00

{ Chapter 11 }

Ara looked down at the calendar in her arms, stopping in the wide hallway to read her tiny scribble. Too many appointments were squished into the next three days. Ruby brooch with Lady Padwall. Matching emerald earrings, necklace, and bracelet with Lady Severson. A set of diamond rings with Lady Ferron. It went on and on.

But it didn’t matter. No matter how many appointments she set up. No matter how she tried to fill her mind, she could not forget, not for even one precious second, that Caine was marrying Miss Silverton in three days’ time.

He had proposed. Miss Silverton had accepted. Only three days remained until their union.

Ara sucked in a breath, trying to force air farther down into her lungs and past the constant tightness in her chest. She just needed to make it through these last three days.

Three more days, and Caine would be married. Then the pain in her chest would ease. The knot in her stomach would disappear, allowing her to eat again. Three more days.

She lifted a heavy foot, walking down the hallway that cut through the center of the Baker Street house. A lusty, full laugh floated into the hallway, and Ara stopped just outside the doorway to the main drawing room.

She knew Mr. Flagerton was waiting for her. He was going to accompany her on a walk in Vauxhall Gardens before the trees lost their plumpness to the chill of fall. But before they left, he needed to go through the latest shipment of gemstones with Greta.

Turning the corner, Ara watched them. They sat in the middle of the drawing room, foreheads almost touching as they pored over the jewels spread between them on the round rosewood table. Greta’s shoulders were still shaking at whatever she had just been laughing at, and a low chuckle filled the room from Mr. Flagerton.

Ara’s head tilted, watching them unnoticed for a few minutes. Why had she never seen this?

Greta glanced up from the table, her eyes catching Ara. Loupe in her fingers, her arm swung, ushering Ara into the room. “Darling, you must see what Mr. Flagerton has brought me with this set of gems.”

Ara stepped into the room, eyebrows arched, as both Mr. Flagerton and Greta stood from the table. “Something unusual?”

Greta pointed down at the table. “Gems with the most…peculiar shapes. Mr. Flagerton has always had an eye for the interesting.” A devil smirk lit up her face as she looked at Mr. Flagerton. “Perhaps I will create a new line that we can sell specifically to the madams on the other side of Charing Cross.”

A quick glance at the table verified the peculiar shapes of some of the stones. Leave it to Greta to go to the outrageous. At least Mr. Flagerton had the good sense to look sheepish at Greta’s suggestion. Appropriate, even if Ara had just heard him chuckling over the very thing Greta suggested.

Ara shook her head, her eyes to the ceiling as she set her calendar onto the one clear spot on the small desk in the corner.

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