JORDAN Nicole by The Courtship Wars 2 To Bed a Beauty
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certainly a designing female of a sort. She just didnt have designs onhim . If he were a vain man, he might be insulted.
But she didnt want him; she wanted her neighbor. She was also right on that one account. Her pursuit of Haviland was none of his own affair.
Remembering, Drew felt his smile fade. He was oddly disappointed in Roslyn. Admittedly she wasnt quite like the usual scheming husband-hunters hed encountered in the past. She claimed her motives were a bit purer, that she was after love, not fortune and title. Even so, she was still on the hunt for a husbandthe very kind of mercenary female that made him shudder.
On the other hand, he was grudgingly impressed by her honesty. In fact, he could actually admire her initiative and her boldness, even if he couldnt like her purpose.
Recalling her goal of finding love in marriage, Drew made a scoffing sound and abruptly turned back toward the house.
He had no desire to return to the ball, however. Instead, he meant to find Marcuss study and indulge in a very large brandy until he could politely take his leave and return to London, where he would try to forget that the most beautiful of the three Loring sisters even existed.
Chapter Four
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I concede I may have misjudged the duke. He has more substance than I gave him credit for.
Roslyn to Fanny
Roslyn felt tears of happiness blur her vision as the Freemantle barouche carried her away from Danvers Hall. She and Winifred were among the last to leave, since she had stayed behind to direct the household staff and spare Arabella the task, and Winifred always delighted in closing down a ball.
Two hours earlier, the sisters had said farewell privately to each other. It was a poignant moment, full of love and tears. This was the last evening they would really be together as sisters, the three of them standing against the world. Now that Arabella was married, she would have a doting husband to love and care for her.
A half hour after that, Lily had left to spend the night with Tess. It was well past midnight, however, before the enormous crowd of wedding guests took their leave and the long line of carriages thinned out.
Most of the remaining family and close friends had departed moments ago, heading for London. The Marquess of Claybourne had escorted Marcuss lively sister Eleanor home, along with her aunt, Lady Beldon. Fanny was accompanied by one of her wealthy gentleman friends. And their mother, Victoria, had left with her French husband, since the Vachels planned to stay in the town house of Henris English relations for another fortnight before returning to his home in France.
As Roslyn stood in the entrance hall, saying a final good-bye to the bride and groom, she had spied the Duke of Arden behind her. But she hadnt wanted to suffer another encounter with him, so she embraced Arabella and Marcus warmly and then hurried down the front steps to the waiting barouche to join Winifred, who had kindly agreed to drive her to Tesss.
Settling back against the velvet squabs, Roslyn gave a sigh of weary contentment. She had promised Arabella she would oversee running the estate and the academy while the newlyweds were on their wedding trip, yet she couldnt imagine encountering any trouble. The summer school term had already begun, so most of their pupils had gone home and classes for the rest would be minimal. And now that the wedding was over, Roslyn was looking forward to a few weeks of peace and quiet and the hope of making Lord Haviland fall madly in love with heror at least the opportunity to nurture the intimacy of their burgeoning friendship.
Winifred heard her sigh and responded with a pleased sigh of her own. It is good to see Arabella so happy.
It is indeed, Roslyn agreed softly.
I vow your mother is happiest of all, Winifred expounded. Victoria was vastly relieved to see
But she didnt want him; she wanted her neighbor. She was also right on that one account. Her pursuit of Haviland was none of his own affair.
Remembering, Drew felt his smile fade. He was oddly disappointed in Roslyn. Admittedly she wasnt quite like the usual scheming husband-hunters hed encountered in the past. She claimed her motives were a bit purer, that she was after love, not fortune and title. Even so, she was still on the hunt for a husbandthe very kind of mercenary female that made him shudder.
On the other hand, he was grudgingly impressed by her honesty. In fact, he could actually admire her initiative and her boldness, even if he couldnt like her purpose.
Recalling her goal of finding love in marriage, Drew made a scoffing sound and abruptly turned back toward the house.
He had no desire to return to the ball, however. Instead, he meant to find Marcuss study and indulge in a very large brandy until he could politely take his leave and return to London, where he would try to forget that the most beautiful of the three Loring sisters even existed.
Chapter Four
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ABC Amber LIT Converter v2.02
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I concede I may have misjudged the duke. He has more substance than I gave him credit for.
Roslyn to Fanny
Roslyn felt tears of happiness blur her vision as the Freemantle barouche carried her away from Danvers Hall. She and Winifred were among the last to leave, since she had stayed behind to direct the household staff and spare Arabella the task, and Winifred always delighted in closing down a ball.
Two hours earlier, the sisters had said farewell privately to each other. It was a poignant moment, full of love and tears. This was the last evening they would really be together as sisters, the three of them standing against the world. Now that Arabella was married, she would have a doting husband to love and care for her.
A half hour after that, Lily had left to spend the night with Tess. It was well past midnight, however, before the enormous crowd of wedding guests took their leave and the long line of carriages thinned out.
Most of the remaining family and close friends had departed moments ago, heading for London. The Marquess of Claybourne had escorted Marcuss lively sister Eleanor home, along with her aunt, Lady Beldon. Fanny was accompanied by one of her wealthy gentleman friends. And their mother, Victoria, had left with her French husband, since the Vachels planned to stay in the town house of Henris English relations for another fortnight before returning to his home in France.
As Roslyn stood in the entrance hall, saying a final good-bye to the bride and groom, she had spied the Duke of Arden behind her. But she hadnt wanted to suffer another encounter with him, so she embraced Arabella and Marcus warmly and then hurried down the front steps to the waiting barouche to join Winifred, who had kindly agreed to drive her to Tesss.
Settling back against the velvet squabs, Roslyn gave a sigh of weary contentment. She had promised Arabella she would oversee running the estate and the academy while the newlyweds were on their wedding trip, yet she couldnt imagine encountering any trouble. The summer school term had already begun, so most of their pupils had gone home and classes for the rest would be minimal. And now that the wedding was over, Roslyn was looking forward to a few weeks of peace and quiet and the hope of making Lord Haviland fall madly in love with heror at least the opportunity to nurture the intimacy of their burgeoning friendship.
Winifred heard her sigh and responded with a pleased sigh of her own. It is good to see Arabella so happy.
It is indeed, Roslyn agreed softly.
I vow your mother is happiest of all, Winifred expounded. Victoria was vastly relieved to see
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