My True love Gave To Me
…three French hens…
Chapter Three
Calisa Rhose
Pemberton Hall
Christmas, 1814
“Hello,
Lady Charlotte. Perhaps you have an opening on that little dance card for me
?”
Lady
Lottie Swann gazed upwards, ready to accept the offer, then went numb, but only
briefly. Standing before her was the rogue who’d broken her heart but two years
prior.
It
took a moment to catch a breath. But she did and answered coldly. “Lord
Leighton. I regret to inform you my dance card is completely and irrevocably
filled already. Perhaps you should have called again after our last encounter.”
And before she could stop herself, hissed, “You will need to find some other
innocent bird to waste time with this night.”
Relief
flooded her when Lady Grace Hawthorn, best friend since childhood, grabbed her
arm. Grace
was seemingly oblivious to the tall man standing there, and dragged Lottie away.
Knees quaking, she fled from sight of the handsome rogue who had filled every
dream for months.
“I
can’t believe you received an invitation to Pemberton Hall this year, too,
Lottie. It’s so exciting to spend the evening with you. We see one another so
rarely these days.”
Lottie
kept one eye on the dance floor as ... Read More... next up is four calling birds....
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