Glitter - Abbi Glines Page 0,9

I waited for her to explain her sudden concern. I was slightly shocked she even knew who Lord Ashington was. She hadn’t recognized the Duchess earlier. Why would she recognize him?

Mr. Fletcher stepped up and held out his hand in my direction. “Shall we?” he asked and as much as I wanted to hear Aunt Harriet’s explanation, I had an obligation to Mr. Fletcher.

It took only a few moments into the dance for me to realize Mr. Fletcher wasn’t a conversationalist and that he remained very nervous. I couldn’t be the one making him feel so, which left only his encounter with Lord Ashington. That soured my mood somewhat, but I refused to let the emotion fester.

Once our dance was finished, Mr. Fletcher excused himself, appearing rather relieved and an older man that I believed had introduced himself earlier as Lord Haddington replaced him. At least Lord Haddington enjoyed speaking of himself, so I was only required to smile and nod as if what he was saying interested me. I scanned the room to find Lord Ashington. My curiosity had gotten the better of me.

He was rather dashing in a dark and foreboding sense. His raven hair was just long enough to keep tucked behind his ears and although it was well-kept, it made him seem dangerous, as if rules did not apply to him. The lady he was speaking to was lovely. A blonde with the palest of hair and creamy white skin. Her lashes were lowered over her cheekbones and a slight blush attractively highlighted her face.

“Oh good heavens. This is unexpected indeed,” Lord Haddington said in a tone that caught my attention. I moved my gaze back to my dance partner to see him focused on the entrance. Looking toward it to see what could be of interest, I saw only a man with hair the color of the lightest of honey that was pulled back with a tie, but not as neatly kept as Lord Ashington’s. Although he was tall with broad shoulders and rebellious locks, he wasn’t at all intimidating. Something about the way his eyes twinkled with mischief and the curve of his mouth appeared to be a charming smirk made him seem slightly wicked.

“This evening might have some life to it after all,” he said to me, or to himself, I wasn’t sure. The dance came to an end and Aunt Harriet was motioning for me to join her. I believed there was a Mr. Needs on my card next, but my mouth was parched and lemonade sounded refreshing. After thanking Lord Haddington for the dance, I excused myself and went to Aunt Harriet.

Just as I reached her, she grabbed my left arm and said in a whisper, “Mr. Compton is here. I’ve just heard from Lady Hawthsmore that he and Lord Ashington rarely attend a ball, yet they are both here tonight. What are the odds? This may make for excellent entertainment.”

My aunt did love a scandal as well as gossip and drama. I had mentioned several novels I thought she’d enjoy with all those things, but she never gave them a chance. She much preferred to stick her nose in one of those gossip society papers that cost far too much money for the foolishness it shared.

“I am assuming Mr. Compton is the blond man at the entrance just so,” I replied, not looking back to see if he was still there.

“Oh yes, and the whisper is that he and his brother, Lord Ashington, hate one another. Something to do with the mother or stepmother. I’m not sure. I need to read the cards Alfred gave me more seriously,” Harriet added. “What was it you said to Lord Ashington? He didn’t look charmed.” She seemed deeply concerned by this. I couldn’t care a farthing if he was charmed or not. He was most definitely not charming. The stern jut of his chin and the remote yet perfect features seemed a tad too harsh in my opinion. I was sure most ladies swooned at his attention. I was not most ladies and I was proud of my discernment. One needed such a gift when searching for a wealthy husband.

I lifted my left shoulder in a small shrug. “He was arrogant. I don’t like arrogant men.”

Aunt Harriet sighed. “I understand, however, the gentlemen with money and power tend to be just that.”

I didn’t want to believe I would be stuck with not only a man I wasn’t in love with but also an