Daniel appeared in her mind, and she smiled as she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Rose and Lily awoke in time to wash and dress for dinner. Rose chose an off-white gown that highlighted her fair skin and peachy complexion. Lily wore soft plum satin, with a plunging neckline that drew attention to her ample fullness.
“Why you have your gowns cut so low is beyond me,” Rose said.
“Because it looks good on me. It’s stylish too. You’re always telling me I should follow the dictates more closely.”
“You might try leaving a little more to the imagination.”
“Mummy approved all of our gowns, Rose. What more do we need?”
“Mummy wants you to catch a husband, Lily. I’m sure she flaunted her own charms in her day.”
Lily giggled. “Yes, she may have. I had no idea that Papa was so enamored with her that he jilted the duchess.”
“You heard Auntie,” Rose said. “Papa didn’t court Mummy until several years later.”
“Just the same, perhaps he saw something in her when she was young. It’s possible.”
“I suppose.” Rose sighed. “The romance of it all… I do hope I meet someone like papa or the duke someday.”
“The duke?”
“The old duke, of course,” Rose said. “Lord Evan is charming, but he’s a second son. He’ll never come into a title of his own.”
“That’s silly, Rose. The title doesn’t make the man.”
“Of course, you’re right. I suppose we had better go down now.”
“I’m right behind you.” Lily snatched her reticule and followed Rose out of the chamber.
Downstairs they met their parents in the main parlor. Thomas was there also, beaming as he conversed with Emma. He looked up as Lily entered and frowned slightly at her neckline. She rolled her eyes and strode toward him.
“Thomas, how was the hunt?” she asked.
“I enjoyed it very much. But it sounds like you had an equally enjoyable day. Miss Smythe was just telling me about it.” He winked.
“Emma?” Lily said, her voice wavering.
“I ran into Lady Alexandra earlier.” Emma smiled. “Don’t worry. I left out the good parts.”
“What good parts?” Thomas asked, turning back to Emma.
Lily laughed. “Oh, Thomas, some things are between girlfriends only. Shall we go into dinner?”
“It would be my honor to escort you both in,” Thomas said. “I’ll be the envy of every man here, with two such lovely ladies on my arm.”
Thomas found his seat next to Emma and held out her chair for her. “I’ll be back. I need to escort Lily to her seat.”
“I think I’m over at that next table, Thomas.” Lily gestured. “Across from Ally.”
They said a quick hello to Alexandra and Lord Victor as Thomas guided Lily to her seat.
“I don’t see your name here, Lily. You must be at another table.”
“That’s impossible,” Lily said. “What on earth?”
“Let’s look around then,” Thomas said. “Maybe you’re at my table.”
Lily’s name was nowhere to be found there, so they moved to the outer table. I suppose it would serve me right to have to sit at a table with Amelia Gregory. Thank goodness, her name wasn’t there.
“Thomas, I don’t know what’s going on.” Lily feared for a moment that she might have forgotten to put her own name card back on the chart, or perhaps it had slipped out of the portfolio when the maid fetched it from outside her chamber.
“There’s one table left,” Thomas said.
“But that’s the duke’s table. I couldn’t possibly…”
He took her arm and led her over. Her mother and father were already seated, as was Aunt Iris, the duchess, her sister, and several others. Lily gawked when Daniel entered. He looked absolutely magnificent in full ducal regalia, a deep red velvet jacket, black silk cravat, and black trousers that highlighted the tight musculature of his legs. His beautiful hair was pulled back in a queue. Her heart leaped.
He approached Lily and Thomas. “Good evening, Jameson, my lady. Jameson, may I have the honor of escorting your lovely sister to her place?”
Thomas’s smile was fake, but he nodded. “Of course, Your Grace.”
Daniel smiled down at Lily. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you with clothes on today,” he whispered.
Lily’s skin blazed. “I had clothes on when I was painting,” she whispered back. “What have you done? I’m supposed to be at the other table.”
“Did you really think I would let you have total control of the seating?” He smiled. “You’re sitting next to me.” He led her to the head of the table.
“What will people think? This is highly”—she searched for the right word—“controversial.”
“No one will notice.