Release celebration and Chapter 4 preview – Worthy of her Love

Happy Release Day!! Hurry over to Amazon as Worthy of her Love is now available in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and Paperback. That said,  we’re continuing the preview with Chapter 4 today!  If you have not read Chapter 1 or Chapter 2 or Chapter 3 make sure you click on the links to catch up!

Today, we’re attending the opera! I hope you packed your opera glasses!

Chapter 4

Friday 18^th of March 1814

While Sutton wound the strand of pearls through her hair, Jane clenched her hands so she would not fidget. Tonight, her family was to attend the opera with the Duke of Albemarle; the very same gentleman who rushed to Richmond House a few days ago to retrieve his daughters. He was also the same gentleman whose hazel eyes sent a frisson through her when she had looked up to find him watching her with his intense stare. She had never experienced the like.

“Are you looking forward to the performance this evening, Miss?”

“I am indeed. I have heard Miss Catalani has a superior voice. I am eager to hear it.”

“Well, your hair is perfect, if I do say so myself. Come, let us put on the last of your gown.”

As soon as her overdress with the fern green bodice was fastened in the back, her maid handed her the ear drops to match her emerald necklace.

“I am certain you will render the duke speechless.”

With a smile, Jane shook her head. “He only made the invitation to thank us for being of aid to his daughters. I am certain he is simply being polite.” A duke would never consider her. She may have been the granddaughter of an earl, but a duke would not ignore the circumstances of her father—or his wife who had connexions to trade.

“I did tell you the duke’s wife died in childbirth with the youngest, did I not? That was almost three years ago according to Mrs. Taylor, who overheard a maid from his household speaking of it at the butcher’s. He is a man of great fortune in need of a male heir to inherit his title.”

Jane shook her head. “You sound like Mrs. Bennet. ‘A single man of good fortune is always in want of a wife.’ I believe she said those words when Mr. Bingley took possession of Netherfield.” Mr. Bingley! What a catastrophe that had been! He had departed Hertfordshire without a word—at least until he learnt of her connexions and fortune. She could only be thankful her grandfather prevented the young man’s pursuit. In the end, Mr. Bingley had been killed in a duel with the father of his mistress. She was better off without him.

“Oh, my. Mrs. Bennet really said that? From what I understand of the woman, I should be appalled, should I not?” Sutton had replaced the maid Jane had at Longbourn two years ago so had never met Mrs. Bennet.

“She was awful to Lizzy and could be embarrassing. I oft times pretended not to take notice of her behaviour. I wanted to believe she desired the best for us.”

Sutton winced. “I only meant to say the duke is an eligible prospect. Forgive me if I reminded you of memories you wished to forget.”

“No, all is well. I am certain he is a most eligible prospect, but I doubt he has any intention of courtship with me. I am certain a higher connected lady would be more to his choosing anyhow. Lizzy said often that she would be a spinster who taught my ten children to play the pianoforte very ill indeed. I am beginning to believe that will be my fate instead of hers.”

“You are such a handsome lady, Miss Montford. I am certain that could not be.”

With a forced smile, Jane pulled on her long gloves. “I do thank you for the compliment, yet I cannot deny what is. Gentlemen call once or twice then decide on another lady. In the past year, three have called upon me then wed the next lady they were rumoured to be calling upon—and Mr. Bingley did not want me for me…and then he died.  Something is wanting, but I do not know what it is.” How she despised considering what was amiss—why so many gentlemen did not want her. Even now, her chest ached.

Sutton took her hands. “Naught is wanting but them. A gentleman will fall in love with you one day. I am certain of it.”

“I hope you are right.” Jane collected her reticule and glanced back over her shoulder at her maid before she departed the room. As she descended the stairs, voices filled the hall below. Mr. Gideon’s distinctive accent was one of them as well as her grandfather’s deep tone. The duke’s was the third, but she had never heard the last.

When she entered, her grandfather stood with the duke and another gentleman. When the duke turned his hazel eyes on her, that same sensation of falling filled her belly. She clutched her reticule so she would not press her palm to her stomach.

“You remember my granddaughter, Your Grace.”

“Of course.” He bowed. “Miss Montford, ’tis lovely to see you again.” The gentleman with the duke rapped him on the arm, making the duke slap his hand away. “Yes, yes, I have not forgotten about you. Miss Montford, may I present my brother Lord Charles Granville.”

She curtseyed. “I am pleased to meet you, Lord Charles.”

Lord Charles gave a wide grin while he bowed. “I assure you the pleasure is mine, Miss Montford. My dullard of a brother neglected to mention your beauty. I shall need to reprimand him for that oversight. The gentleman who has you on his arm this evening will be a fortunate man indeed.”

The duke chuckled and shook his head. “My brother is often insufferable. Should he become a bother, pray, let me know. I shall ensure he is properly humbled.”

Jane glanced between the two and could not help but let one corner of her lips tug upward. “I am certain Lord Charles will behave. If he does not, my cousin Lord Hatton is capable of insufferable behaviour as well, so I assure you I am accustomed to responding to inanity, and they will have company in their ridiculousness.”

“There you are,” said Lord Charles. “She will put me in my place should I deserve it. Does that satisfy you?”

With a laugh, her grandfather held out an arm towards the drawing room. “Perhaps we should be seated while we await the remainder of our party.”

“I am here, my dear,” said Grandmamma. When she reached Grandpapa, she looped her hand through his arm as was her wont. “Have Nicholas and Fiona not joined us yet?”

“You must forgive my grandson, Lord Charles. As I told your brother last we met, my grandson, Lord Hatton, and his wife were married late in the summer and still behave as though they were wed a month ago rather than a little more than six months ago.”

The duke nodded. “They are fortunate to have found such a match.”

Jane’s hands, which were joined at her reticule, held each other a bit tighter. “I agree. We should all be so fortunate as to find a love match.”

“Forgive us,” said Nicholas. He and Fiona were descending the stairs as he called. “The fault is my wife’s. I believe she changed her mind about her gown four times before allowing her maid to dress her.”

Fiona gasped and slapped her husband’s arm with her fan. “You are uncharitable as well as telling a falsehood. You were—” Fiona snapped her mouth shut and reddened. Jane pressed her lips together so she would not laugh. The pair had just confirmed her grandfather’s assertions.

“Will you introduce us, Lord Richmond?”

“Of course, Your Grace. Henry Granville, Duke of Albemarle, and Lord Charles Granville, may I present Nicholas Montford, Viscount Hatton, and his wife, Lady Fiona.”

After everyone bowed and curtseyed, the duke turned to Grandpapa. “Pray, you may call me Albemarle. Your family has proven to be a friend to mine. I see no reason to keep such formality between us.”

“I thank you.”

“I agree,” said Lord Charles. “I am exceedingly appreciative of Miss Montford’s actions in the park. My nieces might have been lost to us without her intervention.”

Jane waved her hand. “Pray, I do not deserve such praise. I was pleased to be of aid to them.”

The duke held out his arm towards the front door. “Shall we go?”

As soon as she stepped out into the cool air, she lifted her head much in the manner that Lizzy always had. Now that she was the only Montford cousin not wed, she led a certain solitary life and had learnt to appreciate many of Lizzy’s quirks. Jane was not necessarily lonely, but living under the same roof as two happy couples tended to leave one to their own devices at times.

“Miss Montford, perhaps you would prefer to ride with us?—with your grandmother or grandfather, of course.” Lord Charles shot a crooked grin at his brother as he spoke. “With it being just the two of us, we shall have the room.”

Her grandmother lifted her eyebrows. “Hugh, you should accompany Janey.”

“Come, Janey,” said Grandpapa. “Let us see how well sprung the carriage of a duke is.”

Her grandfather accompanied them while Nicholas and Fiona stepped toward the equipage with the Richmond crest along with Grandmamma. As soon as they were seated in the duke’s coach, she glanced around. The insides were not much different than her grandfather’s, although the fabric on the seats was plusher and they were more cushioned. “Not a great deal different.”

“Not at all, my dear,” he said.

“There! We shall be a very merry party on the ride,” said Lord Charles.

The duke entered and, once he was settled, rapped his walking stick on the ceiling.

Jane situated her reticule upon her lap. “I hope your daughters are well since their ordeal. Have you discovered what happened to your servants?”

Both the duke’s and his brother’s expressions altered. The younger’s lips flattened together while the duke shifted in his seat. “The girls’ governess was found after we returned home. She was beaten badly and left in a cluster of trees. We have yet to find the footmen.”

His brother cleared his throat. “We are particularly concerned one of the two may have been part of the scheme.”

“Not both?” asked her grandfather.

“One is quite devoted to my brother, who paid for a physician to attend the young man’s mother as well as gave her a position at his estate. His sister is also a maid at Albemarle House and just as loyal. We both consider it unlikely he was part of it, so we are more than a little concerned for why he has not reappeared.”

She pressed her hand to her chest. “I can imagine. He has no reason to defy you. I am grieved indeed to discover this was more than a simple misunderstanding.”

“Sutton and Matthew were wise to rush your return to Richmond House.” Grandfather spoke in low tones, yet not so soft the duke and his brother would not hear them.

“They were wise indeed,” said the duke.

The response to Jane’s question seemed to hang like a pall over the group until their coach approached the theatre. The gentlemen alighted, and when she made to step down, the proffered hand did not belong to her grandfather but to the duke.

“Your grandfather is helping your grandmother.”

Jane accepted the gloved hand, her insides a quivering mess. Once both of her feet were upon the firm surface of the road, she rested her hand upon the duke’s arm, which he had held out for her to take. What if he could discern the trembling of her hand upon his sleeve? How mortifying would that be?

“I hope you will forgive me for casting a dark cloud over the beginning of our evening.”

He shook his head while he led her towards the entrance. “You have done nothing that requires forgiveness. Your concern for my daughters does you credit. We would not be together tonight if you had not made pains to help them. Do not apologise for caring. Too many in this world care for none but themselves. ’Tis refreshing to meet a lady who would make such an effort for a stranger.”

Something about his tone made some of the disquiet in her settle, though only a small portion. “Truly, Your Grace, I never considered ensuring their well-being to be making any great effort on my part. Coming to their aid was what any decent person should do. Besides, they are lovely children, and I enjoyed spending the morning with them.”

“That is good,” he said, “because they have asked for you to visit them several times since. If you would prefer to not continue the acquaintance, I understand, but they—”

“I shall speak to my grandmother. When would be the best time to call, do you think?” They were such sweet little girls. How could she not want to spend time with them?

“Mornings would be best. As you are aware, Juliana naps in the afternoon, and she would be upset to know she missed you.”

Jane allowed a small smile. “I understand. If I was in her position, I would be upset if a visitor called and I slept through the excitement.”

“As it was, she was quite put out when she awoke to find herself at home. She was dismayed at not being able to say goodbye.”

The sweet dear! “Perhaps we can organise the particulars at dinner when my grandmother is present. I am certain she would allow me to come with Sutton, but I would not want to make a promise I cannot keep.”

“Do not make yourself uneasy. I would not have you make plans without your grandparents’ consent.”

When they entered the theatre, the lobby was filled to the brim with those awaiting the performance. Since the Season had just begun, most of the fashionable set had arrived in town during the last fortnight and that fact was certainly evident tonight. Lord Charles stood in front of them while her grandparents as well as Nicholas and his wife entered behind them. One of the duke’s servants took their coats and hastened away.

As they began to make their way through the throng, Jane stiffened as a great many of those in attendance turned their heads to stare in their direction. Some whispered to those around them, their audience expanding until most of the room made no effort to conceal their interest in the duke and his party.

“I fear I have yet to attend the theatre since my wife’s death. It seems I am a curiosity.”

Lord Charles peered over his shoulder. “Most have naught to consume their time besides gossip, as I am sure Miss Montford knows.”

They climbed the stairs to the floor with the boxes. The Marquess and Marchioness of Ormonde stood off to one side with a couple Jane did not recognise in addition to Lady Vranes, who dipped her head to acknowledge her. Both the marchioness and Lady Vranes were great friends of their family.

The low murmur from the level below filtered up the stairs, meaning the crowd had ceased their staring and likely returned to their discussions of the latest tittle-tattle, which now, without a doubt, included them.

“I hope you were not made uneasy by their scrutiny. I was remiss in not foreseeing this and warning you of the possibility. If you would prefer, we can await the performance in my box and away from the crush out here.” The duke’s warm breath coasted over her ear while he spoke sending a frisson through her. When had he leaned in? Before she could answer, Nicholas and Fiona accompanied by her grandparents stepped over to greet their friends. “Unless you would prefer to join your cousin—”

The duke’s gaze darted to the side, making Jane look over her shoulder. Who was the gentleman? Something about him was familiar, but she had never met him before in her life.

“Forgive me,” said the duke. “I was saying unless you would prefer to mingle with your cousin and his wife.”

Lord Charles leaned closer to his brother. “What the devil is Simon doing here?”

“We knew he was in town. Miss Catalani is a renowned soprano, and this was certain to be a major event. I should have considered that he would attend.” The duke turned once again so his mouth was not far from her ear. “Our brother is standing by the refreshments. We are not close, and I hope you will forgive my forwardness when I say this, but he is not to be trusted.”

She allowed her gaze to dart once more in the direction of the gentleman of whom they spoke. Now that she had a second look, the familiarity she could not dismiss was the resemblance between him and his brothers. They all had similarly shaped eyes and their noses possessed an identical appearance, even if Lord Charles’s nose was slightly larger than the other two men.

“I appreciate your warning, Your Grace. You can be assured that I shall remember your words.”

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