It’s time to strut your stuff!! Let’s do secondary characters.
I’m about two weeks out from my next release, so mine is from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince.
After spending over four hours at her mother’s modiste, Amanda rushed through the door of her home, still trying to decide how she going to convince Meg to end her pursuit of Viscount Throughgood. Meg was beautiful and vivacious and everything Amanda was not. If Meg set her cap at his lordship, she would surely catch him. It was not that Amanda did not wish her friend happiness; she wanted nothing more. Yet despite what her friend had said about giving up on love, she still believed Meg would find the right gentleman for her, and Amanda did not believe it would be Lord Throughgood. He had been so kind to her last evening, even going so far as to request a dance at the next entertainment, and he had made an appointment to take her riding in the Park to-day. For which she must change immediately if she was not to be late. She smiled as she remembered how easily they had conversed, as if they had known each other forever and not merely a few hours.
As she entered the hall and almost ran into the round hall table. A large bouquet of hot-house roses stood in a vase in the center. “Where did these come from?”
“They are for you, miss.” The butler directed her attention to the smallish piece of white paper. “The card is next to them.”
Amanda donned her glasses and read the words, hardly able to believe them.
<LET>My dear Miss Hiller,
Please accept this small token of my regard. I saw them this morning and their loveliness reminded me of you.
C, Viscount Throughgood
From the moment she first saw him, he had struck her as the most handsome gentleman at the ball. His lovely brown hair curled softly. His blue eyes, with just a hint of gray, had smiled at her. He was not very tall, but more than tall enough for her. The fact that he was a little plump appealed as well. After all, she was no sylph. When they had danced together there had been no awkwardness at all. They just seemed to fit together.
She clutched the note to her bosom and buried her nose in the blooms. She could happily remain there for a life-time. There must be some way to preserve the roses. “Oh my,” she mumbled into the flowers. “No one has ever called me lovely!”
“I’m quite sure that is not true,” her mother said prosaically. “Just the other day your father said you were a beautiful girl and one day some gentleman would recognize it.” Amanda lifted her head. Mama had stopped and glanced at the flowers as if seeing them for the first time. “Who are those from?”
“Lord Throughgood.” Amanda reverently breathed the words. She felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. No one had ever sent her flowers before. “I hope you do not mind that I already opened the card. It is perfectly unexceptionable.”
“Well.” Her mother was still staring at the bouquet as if it might disappear at any moment. “What a nice young man. We must invite him to dinner.”
Still clutching the card, she threw her arms around her mother. “Oh, could we?”
Mama patted Amanda’s back. “Now, do not be such a goose. Naturally, I shall send him an invitation.”
Mama held out her hand, and Amanda dutifully gave the missive to her mother. After a few moments, Mama said, “Very unexceptionable. I shall look forward to meeting his lordship. Now you must change, or have you forgot he is taking you for a ride today?”
The moment she had read the missive, she had forgot. “No, I’m on my way to my room now.” Amanda practically floated to her chamber, then fell on her bed. “Oh, Jubie, I think I am falling in love.”
Her maid had received the flowers from a footman who had brought them up, and placed them on Amanda’s dressing table. “There, you see. There was nothing to worry about. How many times have I told you that the right gentleman would come along? Stand up and let me get you out of your gown.”
Amanda stood, allowing her maid to take charge. She was the happiest lady in the world, except for one small problem. What was she going to say to Meg? She had just recovered from Lord Swindon when Lord Tarlington broke her heart. If Amanda was truly the good friend she thought she was, she would step aside for Meg to have Lord Throughgood. Then again, gentlemen regularly fell in love with Meg. This might be Amanda’s only chance at love and happiness. She re-read the note and sighed.
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