“You must enjoy walking in the park, then,” he said.
“Yes,” Sophie lied. She never had time to go to the park. Araminta didn’t even give her a day off like the other servants received.
“We shall have to take a stroll together,” Benedict said.
Sophie avoided a reply by reminding him, “You never did tell me why your favorite color is blue.”
His head cocked slightly to the side, and his eyes narrowed just enough so that Sophie knew that he had noticed her evasion. But he simply said, “I don’t know. Perhaps, like you, I’m reminded of something I miss. There is a lake at Aubrey Hall—that is where I grew up, in Kent—but the water always seemed more gray than blue.”
“It probably reflects the sky,” Sophie commented.
“Which is, more often than not, more gray than blue,” Benedict said with a laugh. “Perhaps that is what I miss—blue skies and sunshine.”
“If it weren’t raining,” Sophie said with a smile, “this wouldn’t be England.”
“I went to Italy once,” Benedict said. “The sun shone constantly.”
“It sounds like heaven.”
“You’d think,” he said. “But I found myself missing the rain.”
“I can’t believe it,” she said with a laugh. “I feel like I spend half my life staring out the window and grumbling at the rain.”
“If it were gone, you’d miss it.”
Sophie grew pensive. Were there things in her life she’d miss if they were gone? She wouldn’t miss Araminta, that was for certain, and she wouldn’t miss Rosamund. She’d probably miss Posy, and she’d definitely miss the way the sun shone through the window in her attic room in the mornings. She’d miss the way the servants laughed and joked and occasionally included her in their fun, even though they all knew she was the late earl’s bastard.
But she wasn’t going to miss these things—she wouldn’t even have the opportunity to miss them—because she wasn’t going anywhere. After this evening—this one amazing, wonderful, magical evening—it would be back to life as usual.
She supposed that if she were stronger, braver, she’d have left Penwood House years ago. But would that have really made much difference? She might not like living with Araminta, but she wasn’t likely to improve her lot in life by leaving. She might have liked to have been a governess, and she was certainly well qualified for the position, but jobs were scarce for those without references, and Araminta certainly wasn’t going to give her one.
“You’re very quiet,” Benedict said softly.
“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“About what I’d miss—and what I wouldn’t miss—should my life drastically change.”
His eyes grew intense. “And do
She shook her head and tried to keep the sadness out of her voice when she answered, “No.”
His voice grew so quiet it was almost a whisper. “Do you want it to change?”
“Yes,” she sighed, before she could stop herself. “Oh, yes.”
He took her hands and brought them to his lips, gently kissing each one in turn. “Then we shall begin right now,” he vowed. “And tomorrow you shall be transformed.”
am transformed,” she whispered. “Tomorrow I shall disappear.”
Benedict drew her close and dropped the softest, most fleeting of kisses onto her brow. “Then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.”
Chapter 3
This Author waits with bated breath to see what costumes the ton will choose for the Bridgerton masquerade. It is rumored that Eloise Bridgerton plans to dress as Joan of Arc, and Penelope Featherington, out for her third season and recently returned from a visit with Irish cousins, will don the costume of a leprechaun. Miss Posy Reiling, stepdaughter to the late Earl of Penwood, plans a costume of mermaid, which This Author personally cannot wait to behold, but her elder sister, Miss Rosamund Reiling,
As for the men, if previous masquerade balls are any indication, the portly will dress as Henry VIII, the more fit as Alexander the Great or perhaps the devil, and the
LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS,
“Dance with me,” Sophie said impulsively.
His smile was amused, but his fingers twined tightly with hers as he murmured, “I thought you didn’t know how.”
“You said you would
He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes boring into hers, then he tugged on her hand and said, “Come with me.”
Pulling her along behind him, they slipped down a hallway, climbed a flight of stairs, and then rounded a corner, emerging in front of a pair of French doors. Benedict jiggled the wrought-iron handles and swung the doors open, revealing a small private terrace, adorned with potted plants and two chaise lounges.
“Where are we?” Sophie asked, looking around.
“Right above the ballroom terrace.” He shut the doors behind them. “Can’t you
of endless conversation, but if she strained her ears, she could hear the faint lilt of the orchestra. “Handel,” she said with a delighted smile. “My governess had a music box with this very tune.”
“You loved your governess
but when she heard his words, she opened them in a startled fashion.
“The same way I knew you were happier in the country.” Benedict reached out and touched her cheek, one gloved finger trailing slowly along her skin until it reached the line of her
pulled away, saying, “Yes, well, I spent more time with her than with anyone else in the household.”
“It sounds a
over to the edge of the balcony and rested her hands on the balustrade as she stared out into the inky night. “Sometimes it wasn’t.” Then she turned around quite suddenly, her smile bright, and Benedict knew that she would not reveal anything more about her childhood.
“Your upbringing must have been the complete opposite of lonely,” she said, “with so many brothers and sisters about.”
“You know who I am,” he stated.
She nodded. “I didn’t at first.”
He walked over to the balustrade and leaned one hip against it, crossing his arms. “What gave me away?”
“It was your brother, actually. You
“Even with our masks?”
“Even with your masks,” she said with an indulgent smile. “Lady Whistledown writes about you quite often, and she never passes up an opportunity to comment upon how alike you look.”
“And do you know which brother I am?”
“Benedict,” she replied. “If indeed Lady Whistledown is correct when she says that you are tallest among your brothers.”