“There,” Lucy’s maid smiled, looking down at Lucy’s hairstyle. “I think you are ready, miss.”

Lucy smiled and got to her feet, walking over towards the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. What she saw utterly astonished her.

“Good gracious!” she breathed, taking her reflection in. “I look quite…”

“Beautiful, miss!” the maid interrupted, clapping her hands together and beaming at her.

“You have done a wonderful job,” Lucy murmured, running her hand down over her new gown. “Thank you.”

The maid bobbed a curtsy, although Lucy could see the blush in her cheeks at Lucy’s praise. “Is there anything else, miss? Remember you have your necklace laid out for you on the dresser.”

Lucy shook her head. “No, that will be all. I will be down presently.”

The maid nodded and walked from the room, leaving Lucy entirely to her own thoughts.

Staring at her reflection once more, Lucy felt her cheeks heat as she thought of what Edward’s response might be. Even she was astounded at what she saw, having never before allowed her maid to put so much time and effort into dressing her.

Her hair was done up in an elegant style, adorned with a few pearls that caught the light when she moved. The gown was a new creation, done in the latest fashion of course, but it was a wonderful shade of gold with a sheen of red gossamer over the top. It brought out her coloring, highlighting her chocolate-colored eyes and blonde curls. In truth, Lucy barely recognized herself.

Lifting the shimmering necklace from the dresser, Lucy fastened it around her neck and tried not to allow her nerves to grow any more than they already had. The drive with Edward last week—as well as the three outings that had taken place thereafter—had all gone wonderfully well, and she had found herself enjoying his company more and more. They were never short of conversation, talking about many subjects of interest to both, from science to her favorite novel.

Lucy smiled to herself as she remembered the surprise evident in his face when she had launched into her thoughts on the most recent laws brought before Parliament. Not that he had laughed at her, or shown any kind of derision. In fact, his face had almost glowed with appreciation. They had talked and laughed, and she found herself sad and disappointed when the time had come to return her home.

Tonight was the dinner with Lord Brownly, and Edward would be calling for her in a few moments. Lucy could no longer deny that her initial attraction to him was slowly growing into something more. It was as though he was the gentleman she had been waiting for but had never had the opportunity to meet. It did not surprise her, given how large society was, though now that she had found him, she knew that she simply did not wish to give him up.

The engagement was meant to be broken in a few weeks, but Lucy was beginning to wonder whether she might ask him to consider making it of a longer duration. Perhaps, in time, he might come to feel for her what she was beginning to feel for him, and he would want to make their arrangement something permanent himself.

“Do you wish to marry him, Lucy?” she asked her reflection, feeling the answering warmth in her heart as she thought of it.

In truth, she did not want their engagement to come to an end. She wanted to marry him. In her heart, Lucy knew that there would never be another gentleman like Edward, one who managed to capture her heart in the way he did. He did not look down on her for her interest in things that most other ladies shunned, but encouraged her in them. Their discussions were lively, and the warmth in his eyes when he smiled at her always made her glow inwardly.

There had been times when he had touched her hand, and even one occasion when his ungloved hand had taken hers for a good few minutes. She had hardly been able to breathe—such were the sensations sparking in her chest. Was it possible that he might feel more for her than he had initially intended?

Her stomach swirled with butterflies. Schooling her features into a serene expression, Lucy opened the door and went downstairs. She was not waiting but a minute when Lord Caldwell was announced. She rose as he stepped in, only for him to stop short and stare at her, his mouth hanging open.

Lucy swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as his eyes traveled over her, hoping desperately that he was pleased with what he saw.

“My goodness, Lucy,” he said, haltingly. “You are exquisite.”

Heat rose into her face at once. “I thank you, Edward. You cut quite a dashing figure yourself.”

A strange expression came over his face as he stepped closer, taking her hand and pressing his lips to her palm. Lucy’s breathing quickened as his lips brushed her skin, moving a fraction closer when he raised his head.

They were standing very close together, she realized, far too close than what was regarded propriety.

We are meant to be engaged, she reminded herself, looking up into his face. And we are alone, at least for a few minutes.

“Lucy, I—” she heard him say, his voice husky and filled with emotion. She opened her mouth to ask him what it was he wanted to tell her, only for his lips to brush hers.

Startled, Lucy stepped back and raised one hand to her mouth, touching her lips with her fingers.

“I apologize,” Lord Caldwell muttered, looking around in an entirely self-conscious manner. “I know this is meant to be a sham, Lucy, but my heart does not believe it.”

Lucy drew in a breath, the tension leaving her shoulders, and she drew close to him again. She had never been kissed before, but it seemed entirely right to be doing such a thing with Edward. He was looking down at her uncertainly, possibly wondering whether she might slap him for his actions, which only made her smile.

“Perhaps we should be going, Edward,” she said quietly. “We do not want to keep Lord Brownly waiting.”

“You are not angry?” he asked, relief evident on his face.

She shook her head and, reaching up on her tiptoes, pressed her mouth to his. Stars exploded inside her as his arms slid around her waist, holding her tighter against him than ever before. He broke the kiss after a few moments, releasing his hold a little. Lucy laughed softly when he let out a long breath of relief, as though he hardly believed what had happened.

“I think we have much to talk about,” he murmured, lifting her chin with one gentle finger. “Unfortunately, now is not the time for that.”

She gave him a slightly wry smile. “No, it is not. Perhaps tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Tomorrow sounds wonderful. Shall we go, my dear?”

Lucy took his proffered arm while warmth settled in the pit of her belly. This was working out perfectly.

Lucy laughed as Lord Brownly finished the punchline to his joke, appreciating the way Edward’s eyes lit with humor. She could still not believe that he had kissed her, heat flooding her core as she remembered her own intense response. There was a developing affection for him that she could not deny, and even now, as he smiled at her, Lucy felt her cheeks heat.

“May I offer a toast?” Lord Brownly asked, getting to his feet. “My warmest congratulations to my dear friend, Lord Caldwell, and his most beautiful betrothed, Lady Lucy Donoghue.” He raised his glass and gave Edward a grin, followed by a slight bow to Lucy. “I wish you a lifetime of happiness.”

A flush hit Lucy’s cheeks as the entire table raised their glasses to herself and Edward. Glancing at him, she saw him watching her with a deep warmth in his eyes that ricocheted through her and had her heart almost exploding with happiness.

You are not truly engaged yet, Lucy, she reminded herself. He kissed you, yes, but you have not discussed what this might change, if it changes anything. Accept their congratulations but keep your mind clear.

Drawing in one long breath, Lucy settled her mind and waited patiently until the cheers had come to a close before returning Edward’s smile. He was studying her with a dawning speculation, as though he had only just realized what future they might have together, were he to take the next step with her. So much promise presented itself in that one look, so much hope, that Lucy could barely prevent herself from rising from the table and dragging him from the room so that they might talk.

A sudden commotion outside the dining room door brought those thoughts to a swift end as loud voices broke into the genial atmosphere.

“What the devil?” Lord Brownly muttered, rising to his feet. “Whatever is going on?” Turning to his guests, he gave a swift bow before marching to the door. “Do excuse me, please,” he murmured, walking from the room.

“I’d best go with him,” Lord Caldwell said, pressing one hand onto Lucy’s shoulder as he passed. “Please, carry on, everyone.”

Lucy could do nothing but sit silently. The murmurs around the table began to grow in number as the voices of Lord Brownly and then Lord Caldwell added to the commotion.

“She is his betrothed,” she heard Lord Brownly state, his voice loud enough to hear. “You have no right to come here and demand such a thing. Remove yourself from my house before I have someone do it for you.”

Lucy’s stomach tightened, wondering if this was to do with her. If so, then who was it who had come to Lord Brownly’s home in some strange attempt to accost him?

Within a few minutes, all had grown quiet, and the door opened to admit Lord Brownly and Lord Caldwell back into the room. Lucy kept her eyes pinned on Lord Caldwell, but he only smiled and then gave a tiny shake of his head, warning her that he could not speak of what had gone on at this precise moment. Lucy knew then that whatever had occurred had had to do with her, and her stomach dropped to her toes.

“A very strange occurrence,” Lord Brownly said, resuming his seat. “But it has all been dealt with. I do beg your pardon for the intrusion, but we can continue on now. Port, gentlemen?”

Lucy rose from the table with the other ladies and they all excused themselves to the drawing room, leaving the gentlemen to their port. She heard the other ladies begin to discuss immediately what might have happened and who it had been outside the door, but she kept her thoughts to herself. A few ladies glanced in her direction, as though they suspected she was involved, but nothing direct was said.

It was with some relief that she saw the gentlemen arrive in the drawing room, having chosen not to linger over their port.

“And now to the musical performances!” Lord Brownly cried, clapping his hands. “Which of the dear ladies wishes to stand up first?”

Lucy slowly moved into the shadows in the darker corners of the room, knowing that she would not stand up even if she was asked. She was relieved that Lord Brownly knew not to expect her to do so, glad to see a young Miss Edwards seat herself at the pianoforte and begin to play. The other guests took to their seats almost at once, although Lucy caught Lord Caldwell looking through them, searching for her.

Lifting her hand, she saw him catch her eye and carefully move towards her.

“You are hiding, I see,” he murmured, his mouth so close to her ear that it caused her to shiver. “Are you well?”

“What on earth went on out there?” Lucy asked, not answering his question. “Was it to do with me?”

She refused to look away from him, her eyes searching his face as he pressed his lips together, struggling to find an answer.

“I have no wish to alarm you,” he said quietly. “The matter is dealt with, I assure you.”

Lucy shook her head, refusing to accept his response. “Please, Edward. Do not hide things from me.”

Sighing, Edward caught her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “It is only for your good, but I see that you will not be dissuaded. Come, shall we take a walk in the gardens? Tis late, I know, but we might slip away without being noticed—and I have heard that engaged couples are shown a little more leniency by society!”

“And you will tell me?” Lucy asked, tension coursing through her body.

“I will,” Edward promised, lifting her hand on to his arm. “Come, my dear. Let us make our escape.”