This has been a week of ups and downs. It has also been a week when I found who my true friends are. A couple of them I knew I could count on, but there were even more that I didn’t really know about until I received their notes of support. Tell me, when did you discover who your real friends were?
Here is an excerpt from the first draft of my MS, LADY CARO’S ACCIDENTAL MARRIAGE. Although, Horatia is helping Caro, I don’t think either Caro or Huntley are going to appreciate it.
“My lady.” La Valle, his aunt’s majordomo bowed. “The Duca di Venier is here to see you.”
Horatia took a breath. “Did he say what it was about?”
“No, my lady.”
Rising, she shook out her skirts. “Very well, show him into my study. Place two footmen inside the door.”
He bowed again. “Yes, my lady.”
Horatia turned to Caro and Huntley, her face tight with worry. “Make your plans. Caro, you may have run out of time.”
His aunt left the room and when Huntley turned back to Caro, her countenance was alive with tension. “What could he want?”
“Lady Caro, let me take you back to England.”
Her eyes flew open like a wild animal ready to flee.
That was obviously not a good suggestion. Very well then, not England. He rapidly reviewed the places he could take her and not cause a scandal. Where? “Paris. I have friends who have houses there. Two houses.”
Her lips curled. “Really, who are these friends?”
He kept his eyes on her and wished she’d let him take her hand. “You have a choice, either Lord and Lady Evesham’s residence or Lord and Lady Rutherford’s residence. The Evesham’s house is larger, but they are both well situated.”
The hand over her eyes pressed in. “Phoebe and Anna?”
Of course she would have met them both when she came out. “Yes. Both of them will help you.”
Caro crossed her arms over her stomach and rocked. Tears glistened in her eyes. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”
He bit the inside of his lip. “You have a choice now. Leave or …”
Her shattered gaze was fixed straight ahead, but her voice firmed. “Very well. When would you like to leave?”
Horatia came on to the balcony. “You’d better leave as soon as possible. The Marquis has made a formal offer for your hand.” She took a breath. “I told him you were already betrothed to Huntley.”