What have I been working on. Well, I hope it’s okay that it’s a sequel to Particular Intentions. This bit that I’m about to post is rough and hasn’t even been beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! I just wanted to give you a bit of something to look forward to 🙂
To be honest, I’ve debated whether to write this because of Georgiana’s sad backstory, but I really wanted to give her a happy ending. I hope y’all would love to read her happy ending too!
I’m nearing Chapter 15 and I’m aiming for 30, but we’ll see how that goes. Sometimes the muse and the characters get impatient 😉
One more daisy! With a gentle tug, the lush stem gave way with ease to her small fingers, and she added it to the cluster she was holding in her other hand. Georgiana Darcy studied the bouquet, giving a decisive nod. Mother would adore them!
She glanced about her, peering around the tall grass near the pond. Now where had she left Matilda? After several steps in the direction of the house, she spied a bit of her doll’s painted golden hair peeking from behind the row the lavender she had plundered before the daisies.
“There you are!”
Once Matilda was again clutched in her free arm, she skipped in the direction of an enormous rug set out beside the pond. Her mother reclined on a chaise near the edge, her eyes following a pair of swans glide gracefully along the surface of the water.
She walked the last few feet and held the bouquet before her mother. “I picked them for you.”
Her mother’s pale face broke into a brilliant smile. “Oh, Georgiana, they are lovely.” She took them and pressed her nose into the blossoms as she inhaled. “You know how much I adore the scent of lavender. Thank you.”
She waved a footman closer. “Please have these put in some water and have Claire set them upon my dressing table.”
Georgiana grinned as her chest became warm. She knew her mother would like them!
Her mother held her arms outstretched, and Georgiana fell into her mother’s embrace. Despite her frail condition, her mother pulled her tightly to her. “I love you, my sweet girl.”
“I love you, too.”
“What a wonderful idea!”
Georgiana lifted from her mother with care and turned. Why were Lord and Lady Lindsey paying a call?
A weary smile greeted the newcomers. “Amelia, I am in your debt!” Her mother’s voice was weak and breathy. She had been ill for so long. When would she again be well?
Lady Lindsey rushed forward and took her mother’s hand. “Nonsense! You would do the same were circumstances reversed.” Tears flooded her mother’s eyes as her friend knelt beside her.
“How is Fitzwilliam?”
Fitzwilliam? He was supposed to be in school. Why would he return before summer?
“He is refreshing himself and will join us in a moment.”
Movement in the corner of her eye drew Georgiana’s attention. Oh no! Why had they brought him? Was he not supposed to be at Eton? Well, if he was not, they could have left him at Totford Abbey? Why was he to impose himself upon them?
Her mother gave a slight squeeze of her hand. “Georgiana, please take Nathaniel to have some punch or tea and some food. I am certain he is thirsty and hungry after their lengthy trip.”
Why could Fitzwilliam not do so? Lady Lindsey did say he would join them. Nathaniel was always such a pest! He pulled her curls and tormented her. He was no gentleman! “Must I?”
A feeble gasp came from her mother and Georgiana’s body sagged. Her mother was disappointed. “Yes, you must. You know you should not be so ill mannered to our guests.”
“Yes, mother.” Her shoulders were heavy as she stood. She approached the older boy with his tousled dark chestnut hair and dark eyes and curtsied to him and his father. “Lord Lindsey, welcome to Pemberley.”
The gentleman’s lip curved to one side while he bowed. “Miss Darcy. We are pleased to be here.”
She turned to Lord and Lady Lindsey’s son. Did he not have a title of some sort? Oh bother! Her mother called him Nathaniel and so would she. After all, boys who were a terrible nuisance did not deserve titles! “Would you care for some tea?”
He gave a slight bow. “I would, thank you.”
As they stepped away from their parents, whispers from behind filled her ears, drowning the happy sound of the birds chirping in the trees and the breeze rippling the pond. Why were people always whispering? As of late, Mrs. Reynolds often spoke in hushed tones. Her father and the doctor, who was at Pemberley nearly every day, closed themselves in her father’s study, though not a soul would tell her why.
A maid helped Nathaniel with a plate of food and a cup of tea while she watched her father stride in determined steps across the grass. He shook Lord Lindsey’s hand and moved behind her mother, placing his palms upon her shoulders.
“Will you not sit with me?”
She startled and stared at the unwelcome guest. “I suppose I must.”
The maid placed his meal upon the table as he turned with a grin. “You may as well stop pretending.”
“I beg your pardon?” Good! She had intended to sound like Lady Catherine!
He laughed. Her aunt terrified her. Why would he find her impression humorous?
“I said, you may as well stop pretending. I know you think well of me.”
She halted in her steps. Pretending? What was he about? “I am not fond of any boys—except Fitzwilliam and my father, of course. I am not playing you false.”
His irritating grin became wider. “You like me.”
“One day, Georgiana Darcy, you are going to marry me!”
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I know it’s short, but I don’t want to give too much away! What do y’all think? Will Nathaniel still be enamored after all this time?