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Authors: Kimberly Truesdale
A Prince for Aunt Hetty (22 page)
Miles knew he would never find that kind of love. Nor did he believe that he deserved to find that kind of affection. Not after the life he'd had. Not after his brother's accident...
“Lord Revere? You have grown quite silent. I do hope that means you are considering my offer?”
“Actually, Mrs. Tremain, I was contemplating marriage.” He looked at her boldly, hoping his attitude would finally end her desire for him.
Her laugh came from deep within her throat. “Silly man. Why have marriage when you can have me?”
As he wracked his brain for an appropriate reply to put her off this mania, his thoughts were interrupted by a pretty laugh from the direction of the chaperone's corner.
“Who on earth is that?” Mrs. Tremain asked.
“I don't know,” Miles eagerly searched the corner of the room. That laugh had been a delightful and refreshing sound. Especially when trying to escape from the seductive laughter of Mrs. Tremain.
Finally he saw spotted her: a blond-haired young woman not over twenty years. The girl wore a becoming dress of a white fabric that seemed to move even when she was standing still. Her smile lit her face and all around her. Even some of the other chaperones had joined in with whatever joke she had made. Miles smiled too.
“A smile, Lord Revere? At a chit like that?” There was venom in her voice.
“Yes, Mrs. Tremain. I have a mind to introduce myself to that 'chit.' She seems like pleasant company.” Miles was pleased to see her eyes flare at the implied insult.
“Very well,” sarcasm dripped from her voice. “Enjoy yourself.” She stood, waiting for him to leave.
Miles looked back at the corner where the young woman was still laughing. She had an innocence and gaiety that appealed to him. He would find out who she was and beg an introduction. Perhaps this Little Season would not disappoint him after all.
Miles began to move toward the corner but stopped himself quickly when at last his brain recognized the figure sitting next to the pretty girl. Isobel Masters. “Dizzy Izzy” as he'd christened her after that first ball she'd attended.
For ten years Miles had largely managed to avoid her, mainly due to some sharp exchanges with her had shown him just how much she disliked him. He could hardly blame her. He
had
been the ringleader in ridiculing her during that first season. Perhaps he would introduce himself later.
Miles turned a step back toward where he'd been standing. But he caught Mrs. Tremain eying him curiously. Better to brave a few sharp words from Miss Masters. Miles squared his shoulders and strode as confidently as he could toward the chaperone's corner.
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