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“When Father was alive.” Annabella sighed a bit impatiently. “My real father. I was a child, but I recall the splendor, the fun. All those beautiful ladies and dashing gentlemen.”
A smile tugged on Juliet’s lips. “It sounds truly wonderful.
And now you can be one of those beautiful ladies.” She piled Annabella’s golden locks loosely on top of her head and held them there with one hand. “And maybe the Duke of Wyndham will match you with one of those dashing noblemen.”
Annabella laughed without mirth. “He’ll more likely see me wed to a rag-mannered rake and expect me to swoon in the man’s arms.” She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. “Or perhaps he’ll match me with some fop who cares more about his appearance than his finances.” She shuddered. “The choices are all dreadful if I cannot marry for love.”
“For love?” Juliet pulled the comb away from Annabella’s hair and stood still. That’s about as likely t’happen as a queer little imp spinnin’ straw into gold. Juliet almost laughed out loud. The idea of a member of the peerage marrying solely for love was even more laughable than Regina’s plan to gain a husband for her only child.
Annabella stiffened. “Yes, for love.”
“Maybe you will find love… in London.” Juliet gazed at
Annabella’s reflection in the mirror. “It all sounds so wonderful and exciting, I wish—” She sank her teeth into her lower lip.
Annabella’s dark green eyes flashed as they met Juliet’s in the mirror. “What do you wish, Juliet?”
Heat suffused Juliet’s cheeks. She tried to look away, but Annabella’s sharp gaze held her enthralled. So she shrugged. “Nothing. It’s silly, really.”
“Of course it’s not silly.” Annabella laughed. “Just tell me. What were you going to say?”
Juliet set the comb on the vanity tray with a sigh and stepped away. Annabella wouldn’t be put off now. “It’s simply… if I had the opportunity to go to London, to see all the magnificence I’ve only heard about… I’d want to go.”
Annabella’s eyes widened. Her lips parted and a slow smile pulled them gently upward. “Would you?”
Juliet shivered. When the young mistress wore that look, it usually meant she was contriving some foolhardy scheme.
“Annabella…” Juliet backed away and found herself up against the bedroom door. “What willy-nilly plan are you hatching in that chicken brain of yours?”
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