Colin looked at her assessingly. That is true.
She refused to be a coward.She wasn’t a coward.
And she could make it through the evening. Besides, she told herself, she wasn’t likely to be seated anywhere near Lord Bridgerton. He was a viscount and the man of the house, and would therefore be at the head of the table. As the daughter of a baron’s second son, she held little rank compared to the other guests, and would most certainly be seated so far down the table that she wouldn’t even be able to see him without developing a crick in her neck.Edwina, who was sharing a room with Kate, had already gone to Mary’s chamber to help her choose a necklace, and so Kate found herself alone in the hall. She supposed she could enter Mary’s room and wait for the two of them there, but she didn’t feel terribly conversational, and Edwina had already noticed her odd, reflective mood. The last thing Kate needed was a round of Whatever can be wrong’s from Mary.And the truth was—Kate didn’t even know what was wrong. All she knew was that that afternoon, something had changed between her and the viscount. Something was different, and she freely admitted (to herself, at least) that it frightened her.
Which was normal, right? People always feared what they didn’t understand.And Kate definitely didn’t understand the viscount.
But just as she was beginning to truly enjoy her solitude, the door across the hall opened, and out walked another young lady. Kate recognized her instantly as Penelope Featherington, the youngest of the three famed Featherington sisters—well, the three who were out in society. Kate had heard that there was a fourth still in the schoolroom.
Unfortunately for the Featherington sisters, they were famed for their lack of success on the marriage mart. Prudence and Philippa had been out for three years now, without a single proposal between the two of them. Penelope was in the midst of her second season and could usually be found at social functions trying to avoid her mother and sisters, who were universally regarded as ninnies.Well, he told me he would help me with my arithmetic, Hyacinth grumbled, and he has most certainly reneged on his word.
I’m sure it has merely slipped his mind, Lady Bridgerton said diplomatically. Perhaps if you sent him a note.Or simply banged on his door, Francesca said, giving her eyes a slight roll. It’s not as if he lives very far away.
I am an unmarried female, Hyacinth said with a huff. I cannot visit bachelor lodgings.You’re fourteen, Francesca said disdainfully.