It was impossible for her to see him in the darkness of the doorway, yet she stared as if she could. She lifted her chin and with uncanny perception stared right back at him. Now that something about her had captured his regard, Nicolas had an odd sense that he might never unsee her, that she would be a prickly thorn in his side he might never be able to dislodge. And he wouldn’t have taken a second glance. A nameless face in the crush of a ball, or someone he might walk past in the shopping district. If not for her returning to the garden with that shovel, perhaps she would not have attracted his attention beyond their unusual encounter. She must have been out in society for some time now, yet he had never seen her before.
It was clearly a habit of hers to push her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, but such a charming one.
She stood with a group of young ladies on the sidelines, speaking with animation. It did not take long at all for him to find her. At the wide-open doors that led to the ballroom, he paused, keeping to the edge and scanning the room. He took his time walking down the hallway, hugging to the shadows so that he remained unidentified to the few guests he passed in the hallway. With a low chuckle, Nicolas replaced the note in his pocket and left the study. Flicking his eyes over the ridiculous list once more, he amended that: she wanted him to ruin her.Īh yes, he recalled that the next plan she’d been about to discuss with her brother was how to escape a marriage. “How silly you are,” Nicolas murmured, surprised at the measure of amusement he felt.
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