Jenna Petersen. The Secrets of a Lady
The Jordans: Book 1
Prologue
“Damn weddings, damn love and damn Griffin Berenger!”
Audrey Jordan wiped her eyes and straightened her dark green gown before she exited the dressing room and strode down the halls of Ashton Court.
For as long as she could remember, she had dreamed of being the lady of this household. The mistress of its servants, the benefactress to its lands.
And then there was Griffin…
Stepping out onto the terrace, Audrey scanned the crowd. As expected, when she found her brother, Noah, Griffin Berenger was at his side. He was so handsome in his formal clothes, his dark blond hair tousled by the gentle evening breeze, and a grin on his striking face. He was perfect, and he should have been hers. But now he never would be.
As if to accentuate that point, Lucinda Sutton… no, Audrey corrected herself. Lady Lucinda
“Oh, Griffin,” Audrey whispered under her breath.
“There you are!”
At her mother’s sharp voice, Audrey spun on her heel. Tabitha Jordan stood with her hands on her hips, one slippered foot tapping with impatience beneath the lacy edging of her gown.
“That is enough mooning over Viscount Berenger, Audrey!” Tabitha grasped her daughter’s hand and half- dragged her down the steps into the garden. “This is his wedding day, you must accept that.”
Audrey nodded mutely. How could she argue? But the closer they moved to the happy couple, the further her heart dropped into her stomach.
“Viscount and Lady Berenger,” Tabitha gushed as she took the last few steps toward the couple. “Audrey wants to give you her congratulations.”
Audrey found herself staring at the man she loved and his new wife. “I’m very… happy for you, Griffin. And for you, as well, Luci,” she choked out. Her pride took a hard hit with each word.
She glanced at her brother for help. Noah nodded, his expression filled with compassion, and her discomfort eased a fraction. At least she knew she had one ally to rely upon.
Griffin smiled, though he was examining her face very closely. She hoped he wouldn’t see her heart. That would be utterly humiliating.
“Thank you, Audrey,” he finally answered.
Luci tossed a stray lock of pale hair from her shoulder. “Why Audrey, you look miserable for one who professes she’s happy. Are you well?”
The smugness of her voice made Audrey sick, but she didn’t respond. The woman despised her and the feeling was mutual. But it mattered very little now.
“My sister loves weddings, don’t you, Audrey? She’s such a romantic,” Noah supplied as he took his sister’s arm.
Tabitha nodded to the new couple. “We should leave you two to your other guests. Come along Audrey, Noah.”
She led her two children away from the crush of the crowd who were moving in to congratulate Griffin and Luci. When they reached a table at the parameter of the garden, Tabitha turned to her daughter.
“Please don’t think me cruel. I
“Yes, Mama.” Audrey sighed.
Her mother was right, of course. But it didn’t make the facts sting any less.
“I’m off to find your dear Father, children. Noah, I trust you’ll watch over your sister?”
“Yes, Mother.”
Before she vanished into the crowd, Tabitha called over her shoulder, “And Noah, don’t forget you’re Earl of Lockhart. Please
As Noah snorted out a laugh, Audrey touched her brother’s arm. “Whatever Mama says, you may go. You’re Griffin’s best friend, you should be celebrating with him.”
Noah’s smile was open and genuine. “Oh, Audrey, don’t you know there’s no one at this party I’d rather spend time with then my
“Don’t you ever forget that I’m ‘awkwardly spoken’,” she said, mimicking their mother.
Noah laughed and took his turn in copying Tabitha. “Well, your brother Noah is a unabashed rogue, Audrey Jordan. A disgrace to the title of Lockhart!”
She couldn’t help a giggle.
“Truly,” her brother said with rare seriousness. “Despite what you believe, you’re a beautiful girl. And if you had a chance, I think you’d sparkle.” Before Audrey could respond, Noah craned his neck over the crowd. “It appears Lord Ashton is about to toast the happy couple. I’ll fetch you a glass of champagne.”
She watched him disappear into the crowd. Despite anything her dear brother said about her positive qualities, Noah was everything she wasn’t: bold, charming, and at ease in any situation he encountered.
Audrey leaned back in her chair as she remembered her disastrous debut the past spring. The only men who had expressed interest in her were the ones who came sniffing after her generous dowry. She kept them all at arm’s length. She refused to marry someone who loved only her purse.
“Here you are, my lady.” Noah reappeared to hand her a glass of champagne with a flourished bow.
“Thank you.”
She eyed the drink with interest. She hadn’t been allowed many chances to imbibe in spirits. Tonight she needed them.
Audrey drew in a short breath as Lord Ashton came up the marble stairway leading to the house and clapped his hands for order. Griffin resembled his father so much that looking at the older man was like using an oracle to see Griffin in twenty years.
“What a pleasure it is for my wife and me to see so many friends here to celebrate this most joyous occasion.”
Any remaining chatter ceased at the rich baritone of Ashton’s voice and all faces now turned to look at him.
Audrey did her best to concentrate on his words, but found herself looking out over the crowd toward Griffin. From the joy on his face, it was clear he was perfectly content, certain that the future held nothing but the best for him and his new bride. Audrey desperately wanted to be happy for him, but she had powerful doubts about the young woman he’d wed.
Lord Ashton raised his champagne flute. “To Viscount and Lady Berenger.”
“To Viscount and Lady Berenger,” the crowd repeated.
Audrey tried to lift her hand and join the rest, but her body felt too heavy. Instead, she downed her drink in one unladylike gulp.
Noah watched her with a raised eyebrow. “Careful, dear sister. Don’t imbibe too quickly or you shall regret it tomorrow.”
