to agree with him on a subject that seemed immensely important for some strange reason – she said, “By the way, I must commend you for handling Lady Seraphina as well as you did. A more polite man would have followed protocol.”
“I—”
The supper bell rang and the doors to the dining room opened. Lady Angelica gave him a wry smile in parting as she went to find her mother, which was when Randolph noticed the ribbon trailing behind her. He shook his head in wonderment. Lady Angelica was unlike any woman he’d ever met before. She baffled him with her lack of finesse and the almost magnetic response he’d felt for her during their brief conversation. And what had she meant by her comment? That she considered him to be ill-mannered? It felt like she’d offered a compliment, but he rather feared she might not have.
Confused and oddly eager to spend more time in her company, Randolph entered the dining room with every hope that she’d been placed next to him. Instead, he found himself seated with Lady Seraphina and Miss St. James on either side and with Lady Angelica so far away at the opposite end of the table, she might as well have been sitting in China.
Randolph swallowed a groan and attempted a smile while he waited for all the ladies to be seated. Fleetingly, from behind a floral centerpiece, he caught Lady Angelica’s eye. Humor danced there – laughter at his expense – but rather than feel offended or angered, his chest expanded with a warmth he’d not felt in years. Not since those long ago days before the world he knew had been torn apart at the seams.
Dulled by the memories, he struggled to return to the mood he’d been in only one second earlier. It turned out to be an impossible undertaking with Lady Seraphina listing all her exceptional qualities and Miss St. James looking like she’d rather be dead than forced to endure the company of others. But at least there was wine. Randolph managed a toast as a more formal way of welcoming everyone to his home, during which he deliberately avoided looking at Lady Angelica. He wasn’t sure why, other than that it felt wrong to indulge in her sprightly charisma when his current frame of mind would only offer darkness in return.
Chapter 2
As the group assembled after dinner, Angelica wasn’t sure what to make of Lord Sterling. He was certainly handsome with raven black hair falling slightly over his brow. His eyes were sharp – piercing – a sure sign of intelligence, his jawline square without being too angular, and his mouth, with its curving lower lip, so perfectly sculpted she could not stop looking at it. Strange thing, that.
But as pleasing as his looks might be, they would not last forever, which meant she was far more interested in his character. She liked that he’d chosen to meet her remarks head on with a bit of light banter. It spoke well of his sense of humor, for if there was one thing she could not stand the thought of, it was having to spend the rest of her life tied to a man who did not laugh.
And he’d even exhibited a pleasing amount of progressiveness with regard to the freedom he was willing to give his wife. Angelica liked that about him too. For although she knew her own father had treated her mother well, her brothers-in-law often chose to exert their authority over her sisters, preventing them from doing as they pleased.
Still, she’d noted a change of mood in Lord Sterling when they’d sat down to eat. It was almost as if his luster had faded. Of course, it could simply be Lady Seraphina’s doing. While Angelica was too far away to hear what the woman was saying, she could see her lips constantly moving to the point where even the saintliest person would likely be tempted to strangle her.
Now in the parlor, a small part of Angelica’s heart hoped Lord Sterling might come to join her and Lucy. Instead, he chose to engage Miss Stevens in conversation at the opposite end of the room.
“He’s the host,” Lucy said as she reached for her teacup.
Angelica frowned. “I know.”
“Then you also know that he must bestow his attention on all his viable options in equal measure.”
It was difficult not to snort and sputter in response to such a comment. “You make it sound as though we’re hats on a shelf