“And a healthy dose of self-preservation,” Harry added.
“I like this man,” her father announced.
And then, quite suddenly, Olivia heard another window opening.
“What is going on?” It was her mother, in the drawing room, precisely three windows over from her father. “Who are you talking to?”
“Olivia is getting married, dear,” her father said.
“Good morning, Mama,” Olivia added.
Her mother looked up, blinking. “What are you doing?”
“Apparently getting married,” Olivia said, with a rather silly grin.
“To me,” Harry said, just to clarify.
“Oh, Sir Harry, er…lovely to see you again.” Lady Rudland looked over at him, blinking a few times. “I didn’t see you there.”
He nodded graciously at his future mother-in-law.
Lady Rudland turned to her husband. “She’s marrying him?”
Lord Rudland nodded. “With my heartfelt approval.”
Lady Rudland considered this for a moment, then turned back to Harry. “You may have her in four months.” She looked up at Olivia. “We have much to plan, you and I.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of four weeks,” Harry said.
Lady Rudland turned to him sharply, the index finger of her right hand pointed straight up. It was a gesture Olivia also knew quite well. It meant that the recipient was to argue at his own peril.
“You have a great deal to learn, my boy,” Lord Rudland said.
“Oh!” Harry exclaimed. He motioned up to Olivia. “Don’t move.”
She waited, and a moment later he returned with a small jeweler’s box. “A ring,” he said, even though it was quite obvious. He opened the box, but Olivia was too far away to see anything but a bit of sparkle.
“Can you see it?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m sure it’s lovely.”
He poked his head farther out the window, his eyes narrowing as he measured the distance. “Can you catch it?” he asked.
Olivia heard her mother gasp, but she knew there was only one suitable reply. She gazed upon her future husband with a most supercilious expression and said, “If you can throw it, I can catch it.”
He laughed. And he threw.
And she missed. On purpose.
It was better that way, she thought, when they met in the middle to search for the ring. A proper proposal deserved a proper kiss.
Or, as Harry murmured to her in full sight of both of her parents, perhaps an improper one…?
Improper, Olivia thought, as his lips touched hers.
Acknowledgments
The author wishes to thank Mitch Mitchell, Boris Skyar, Molly Skyar, and Sarah Wigglesworth for their expertise in all things Russian.
About the Author
JULIA QUINN started writing her first book one month after finishing college and has been tapping away at her keyboard ever since.
