Sitting in front of her dressing table, Marguerite kept her head up straight when Mary arranged her hair into an intricately braided coiffure. As she stared back at her reflection in the mirror, inwardly she rehearsed the words she'd prepared to say in response to Matthew's love confession. Matthew's love confession. She felt heat spread throughout her chest and into the roots of her hair only thinking about that. She wondered how Matthew would begin the conversation.Would he take her hand in his, then gaze into her eyes before telling her? And after he declares his love for her, would he... would he kiss her?Marguerite snapped out of her thoughts when suddenly Cook burst into the room. Heading straight up toward her, the woman announced,"Maggie! Bill Wagner told me Master Matthew is going to propose to you tonight. He's even got the ring!"Marguerite's lips dropped open as the unexpected news left her dazed. Somewhere amidst her bewilderment she heard Mary's delighted squeal."O
Once Matthew jumped into the vehicle, the whip snapped and the carriage ran at the speed of the wind. The bumpy road made him bounce around his seat, and suddenly lurched forward when the vehicle swung hard to the right, almost sending him crashing on the wall across from him. Soon he realized that instead of following Arabella's carriage from a safe distance, his driver was trying to come abreast with it. Thumping his fist on the roof, he called out,"Ewan, slow down a bit! We are not chasing them. We are following them and we don't want them to know.""Very well, Sir!"He heard Ewan shout over the rumble of wheels. The carriage established a moderate pace afterwards, and after almost half an hour's drive, it gradually slowed down. Knowing that he had arrived at the end of the pursuit, he peered through the window.Moonlight slanted across the empty street in front of a two story house surrounded by an ornate iron fence. A distance away from him, the Winthrop's carriage had pulled up
Marguerite had learned early in life that things didn't always turn out the way she wanted them to, but none of her past disappointments could come close to this. During the first thirty minutes, she was still too euphoric to worry about Matthew's delayed arrival. When more than an hour had passed, she started to grow disheartened, still she believed he would eventually come. He must be unavoidably detained at the party, and she could understand that. So she kept telling herself that all her patience would pay off when she watched him getting down on one knee to propose to her. She remained on her seat and refused when the servant offered to serve her some light refreshments, waiting patiently until her hope faded away with every ticking minute. When the clock down the hall struck twelve and still no signs of him coming, Marguerite decided she wouldn't wait any longer. With all the dignity she could muster, she rang for the servants and ordered them to put away the untouched food bef
All the way back home, Matthew walked with a foolish grin fixed on his face. He still couldn't believe that this was actually happening. It felt like a dream. One he never wanted to wake up from. At the moment he felt as if he was floating on a cloud. He'd never imagined that one day he would be given a second chance to meet Arabella again. Moreover, he'd never had dared to imagine that his feelings for her would be returned in kind."See you again very soon."Her sweet voice rang in his ears. She wanted to see him again. And she'd kissed him! He touched his cheek where her lips had left a sweet, damp sensation that lingered until this very second. He definitely wouldn't wash his face today. He probably wouldn't wash his face tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.He felt almost giddy with delight that along the way, he completely forgot to make up an excuse for Marguerite. The grin still remained when he arrived home, instead of fading, it spread even wider as he settled in his office
Sometime later, Wagner's skeptical remarks about his feelings towards Arabella still lingered in his mind when Matthew stood in front of Marguerite's bedchamber. He'd bathed and changed into casual clothing before coming upstairs, feeling refreshed and ready to tell Maggie about everything."Come in." At the sound of Marguerite's voice, Matthew felt his resolve weaken a bit, but he steeled himself and turned the knob.Across the room, Marguerite sat with her back to him, her head bent over the table. She must be working on one of her flower sketches, he guessed by the scribbling sound she made."I'm not hungry yet, Mary." Marguerite said without turning, apparently mistaken him for her maid.At the familiar sight, suddenly an odd feeling settled over him, like a tinge of sadness. At the moment, it just occurred to him that his reunion with Bella would change everything between them. More or less, it meant at some point he and Maggie would be parting, going on their own separate live
Matthew halfheartedly followed Arabella as she continued to flaunt him in a way that made him feel more like one of the furry, neatly-groomed pets in the hands of their proud owner than a male companion. As a result, they raised more than a few eyebrows along the way. Much to his dismay, every other minute Arabella greeted somebody and stopped for a brief exchange, and he had to endure the awkward moment of introduction time and again. It had been a long time since the last time he suffered such hostility, now he felt like he couldn't bear it for another minute. The experience brought on a new realization that all this time, the club had been his little empire, the only place he and his skills were held in high regard. The only place where he truly belonged.Unaware of his irritation, Arabella moved to her next target."Lady Highwood. How delightful to see you." She waved at a handsome mature lady who'd just appeared in the opposite direction. The woman's eyes widened at the sight of
After spending nearly an hour thinking of some way to make Matthew feel better, Marguerite decided to make one of his favorite foods, chicken soup. He always ate heartily whenever she served him that simple dish and she remembered he once told her that her soup tasted like his late mother's. Cook seemed surprised when Marguerite appeared in the kitchen door, but much to her relief, the woman refrained from asking her about last night and busied herself with helping her prepare the ingredients. The minced onion began to sizzle in the saucepan when Cook stepped over to hand out a pot of broth to Marguerite."Thank you." Marguerite murmured, continuously stirring it to prevent burning. Once the onion turned to brown and released its delightful flavor, she poured the liquid into the pan. "Oh, it smells heavenly." Cook commented when the simmering soup filled the kitchen with delicious aroma."This is for Matthew." Marguerite smiled fondly as she mentioned the name."I suppose he is sti
In the far corner of Goddard's dining room, Jacob sat consoling himself with a glass of wine. As he mulled over the recent incident, a rueful grin touched the corner of his mouth. Though he was not a vain narcissist to believe that he had the entire female population at his feet, but he was used to having women swooning over him, so finding one who couldn't even stand the sight of him was a truly humbling experience. What amazed him, however, was the remarkable guts with which she'd shown him. This was the first time he met a woman who was not afraid to call him out. Oddly enough he felt more amused than offended by her spurn, but above all, his recent encounter with Marguerite Goddard had left him intrigued. All his life, Goddard was known as a notorious recluse. Only God knew why a man who'd successfully amassed an obscene amount of fortune like him spent his life withdrawing into a self-imposed isolation. Goddard had no family or living relatives, so it came as no surprise when w