Saved By A Siren: Spencers in Love Book One by Abigail Graves Page A

sound."
                "That would certainly explain the
hall." Mirabelle said as she finally sat down.
                A moment later, Gilles entered with one of the
loveliest women the three of them had ever seen on his arm. Mirabelle gasped
loudly while Celine's jaw fell in shock. Alastair barely moved. His eyes
squinted as he began noting as many details as he could. All three looked down
at her bare feet and then up at her unfocused gaze.
                "Maman, Mirabelle and Alastair, it gives me
great pleasure to introduce you to Lady Elise DeVere, The Countess of
Cambroke."
                "Stop!" Mirabelle exclaimed.
"This is better than I imagined."
                "Vraiment?" Celine asked breathlessly.
                Elise's head tilted towards each voice.
                Alastair moved forwards, his eyes locked on
Elise's face. She sensed his movement and turned towards him. When he was close
enough she held her hand up in his direction.
                "Sir Alastair, it's a pleasure to meet
you."
                He repositioned himself in front of her hand and
bowed over it.
                "The pleasure is mine." Alastair
released her hand and stepped back. He looked at Gilles. "She's
blind."
                "Indeed. And in my spare time, I sell
rugs." Elise replied with a completely straight face.
                Mirabelle laughed and stood up.
                "Oh, Gilles! She's marvelous!" She
stated as she crossed the room. She took Elise's hands and kissed each of her
cheeks. "I'm Mirabelle. I'm so happy to meet you."
                "Thank you, I'm so pleased to meet
you."
                Celine rose and approached, assessing Elise from
the top of her head to her toe nails. Gilles felt Elise stiffen and sway closer
to him.
                Once his mother stood before her she raised her
hands to her face. Elise jumped but didn't pull away.
                "You will do very well, mon petite! Very
well!" Celine kissed both of her cheeks and placed her hand on her arm.
"Do come sit so we might know you better."
                Elise let her lead her through the room,
snapping the fingers of her left hand as she moved. Alastair watched her, his
head tilted. Gilles came up behind her as she neared the chair his mother had
selected for her. He took her elbow and guided her as she sat. He took the seat
at the end of the couch so he was nearest to her. Holderson arrived with the tea
tray and set it on the table in the middle.
                "Would you be so kind as to pour, Mrs.
Spencer?"
                "Of course, but you must call me
Celine."
                Elise nodded and smiled.
                Once his mother poured Elise's tea, Gilles
intercepted her cup, added two sugars and a drop of milk and placed it on the
table in front of her. He turned the handle out to the right then took her
hands and guided them to the edge of the table. Celine and Mirabelle exchanged
wide eyed glances.
                "Stop babying me, Spencer." Elise
whispered.
                "I don't want you to burn yourself or spill
it." He whispered in return.
                "It's not even that hot."
                "Must we go through this every time I do
something for you." He sighed.
                "I'm not helpless, you know?"
                "I didn't think you were but I know you're
probably disoriented. This isn't one of your rooms."
                "I'm fine."
                Alastair, Celine and Mirabelle watched the
exchange with intense interest, their heads swinging back and forth as if they
were watching a tennis match.
                Mirabelle clapped. "This is lovely!"
                "I'm sorry, we're being rude." Elise
said as a blush crept up her