Wedded to the Rakish Viscount (LORDS OF SINE #2) by Daphne Byrne EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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“Well if it isn’t Lady Rose Hardwood.” The lady’s voice was cold
and mocking. “Where is your beastly brother this evening, Lady
Rose?”
Rose froze, looking back hesitantly at the group of ladies clustered on the
edges of the grand ballroom. There were five of them, all coiffed and
dressed to perfection. She knew them by name, but only remotely. She had
never had a conversation with a single one of them.
The ladies all tittered, covering their faces with their fans, as if the brownhaired lady who had addressed Rose had just said something marvelously
witty and amusing. Rose felt her face flush a dull red, mortified. She
loathed being the center of attention, even when people were praising her,
but it was especially mortifying when it was a group of spiteful cats like
these ladies.
Just ignore them. Just smile disdainfully and keep walking. Keep your
dignity. Do not let them see how much they affect you.
“Where is your brother this evening, Lady Rose?” the brown-haired lady
continued, arching her eyebrows. “We have not seen him around town
much since his marriage. Has the beast found someone else to watch over
from his den? Has he abandoned his watch over you?”
The group of ladies giggled again, watching Rose avidly, clearly
anticipating a confrontation.
Rose swung around, facing the brown-haired lady, her heart racing. The
lady was trussed up like a turkey, in a frilly white gown that swamped her, a
large ostrich feather in her hair, which swung dangerously whenever she
moved her head.
Rose studied her carefully. The lady was wearing too much makeup—her
face was covered in white powder, which was starting to melt due to the
heat in the room, and two bold patches of rouge on both cheeks. Rose noted
that she had darkened her eyebrows with charcoal, as well.
How tacky. The lady is plain and clearly thinks she needs all the help she
can get to be noticed at this ball.
“I do not believe we have been introduced,” Rose countered, in what she
hoped was a frosty voice, although she could hear the slight tremor in it.
“Who are you?”
The lady raised her eyebrows. “I am Miss Hartfield,” she said haughtily,
clearly believing that Rose should instantly recognize her name. “My father
is the Viscount Darby.”
“Really?” Rose coldly looked the lady up and down. “That is strange. I
have never heard of the Viscount Darby. Are you new in London?”
The ladies giggled, then stopped abruptly when Miss Hartfield shot them a
poisonous look.
“Hardly,” the lady replied curtly. “My family have a residence in Grosvenor
Square, Lady Rose. We attend the Seasons religiously.”
“Well, that is odd, then,” Rose continued in a pensive voice. “I have never
seen you at a single Society event, and I have been out for four years now,
and regularly attend them. Perhaps you are just not particularly memorable,
Miss Hartfield.”
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