The Disappearing Duchess by Anne Herries Page B

designer for our Christmas ball this year, but I think I shall not bother. Perhaps you will help me decide on something pretty to decorate our ballroom?’
    ‘I shall be delighted to,’ Lucinda said and smiled as Andrew came towards them. ‘I was a little anxious—I did not know I was expected to have a theme until your brother mentioned it, but everything has turned out well.’
    ‘I believe this is our dance, Duchess?’
    ‘Yes, I believe it is,’ Lucinda said and offered her hand.
    It was their second dance that evening. Andrew had marked her card twice at the beginning and their firsthad been a waltz. This was a more lively country dance and she was soon laughing up at him as they threw themselves into the fun of it.
    She was enjoying herself and it was not until the end of their dance, when she left Andrew to circulate and make sure that all her guests were having a good time, that she noticed Justin staring at her.
    She inclined her head and smiled at him. His look was neither hostile nor angry, but rather puzzled, a little whimsical, as if he were trying to make up his mind about something.
    She wondered what he was thinking. He had opened the dancing with her and she’d seen him dance with Jane Lanchester and one or two of his relatives, including Sir John’s wife, but mostly he seemed content to move about the room, engaging his friends in conversation.
    * * *
    He approached her at supper and asked if she were having a pleasant evening.
    ‘Yes, Justin,’ she said and smiled without restraint. ‘I think it has all gone well, do you not agree?’
    ‘Everyone is congratulating me on my choice of a wife. They like your manner, Lucinda, and the refreshing change you have brought to Avonlea.’
    ‘Oh…’ Her cheeks burned. ‘I am just being myself. I might have sent to London for the decorations had I thought there was time, but I was not sure who to use—and I enjoyed making the decorations myself.’
    ‘As a first attempt it was well done,’ he said, a note of qualified approval in his voice. ‘I dare say peopleare prepared to be generous to a young and lovely bride holding her first ball.’
    ‘Thank you, Justin. I shall, of course, consult your mother’s diaries in the future now that I understand you prefer a more professional approach.’
    Keeping her head high and refusing to let herself be hurt, Lucinda walked away from him to join her guests. Was everyone just being kind because it was her first ball? She had thought they genuinely liked what she’d done, but it seemed that Justin thought her efforts were amateur and not up to the standard he was accustomed to. If they were just humouring her, it was too lowering.
    ‘Your Grace.’ A lady she had met only briefly earlier that evening came sailing up to her. She was wearing a purple gown, but had sewn black beads to the hem and now Lucinda noticed that she had stars, a moon and a black cat repeated around the gown. ‘May I congratulate you on your theme this evening? I love the way you have done these little murals and the hangings are so effective—as are the lanterns now that the light has gone outside.’
    ‘How kind of you, Lady Morgan. I fear it is all a little amateurish, but I was not sure who to consult in the matter of decoration.’
    ‘Not at all, I am all for using your own talent, Lucinda—may I call you Lucinda? I am giving a house party next month and I should like your advice about a theme I have in mind. Perhaps we could talk in the morning?’
    Lucinda felt a rush of emotion. ‘I should be delighted. I am grateful for your approval, Lady Morgan.’
    ‘Do call me Veronica, my dear. I have every hope that we shall become good friends.’
    ‘Yes, I hope so, too.’ Lucinda swallowed hard. The lady’s approval, coming as it did after Justin’s remarks, had made her emotional. ‘I have few real friends in society as yet.’
    ‘But everyone likes you,’ Lady Morgan said. ‘You will be the toast of the town when you