As might be expected when, at the age of six and twenty, an age when most women would have been married for several years and have children of their own, she was about to enter a ballroom for the first time in her life.
The magnificent ballroom in Blackborne House, to be precise. The home of one of her brother Benedict’s closest friends, Gabriel Templeton, the Duke of Blackborne, and his beautiful duchess, Victory.
Beatrix had known Gabriel for many years, and she had now met Victory several times too and knew the younger woman to be a kind and warmhearted young lady.
No, her host and hostess were not the cause of Beatrix’s feelings of anxiety. The rest of Society was.
After much anguished thinking, and no matter how the thought of it might still terrify her, Beatrix had known it was time for her to make her first appearance in Society. For her own sake, no one else’s. It was the only way, rather than hiding herself away in Surrey as she had been doing, she could ever become a woman who was worthy to be a wife and life mate to any gentleman.
More specifically, the wife and life mate of Lord James Metford, the Earl of Ipswich.
She had been too young to have been presented into Society before the accident that killed her parents and injured her, and had absolutely refused to do so in the ten years since.
Until she met James several weeks ago and instantly fell in love with him. He was so very handsome he had taken her breath away, and she had also learned he was kindness personified.
No doubt at this point, Beatrix having refused his marriage proposal, James was not feeling particularly kindly disposed toward her. He no doubt believed Beatrix did not love him, when in fact the opposite was true. But to be worthy of his love, Beatrix knew she must become the woman whom James could stand proudly beside and proclaim to the whole world she was his beloved wife.
That being the case, following James’s visit to Surrey the previous week, Beatrix had taken the determined step to come to London with Benedict and his new bride, Chloe, so that she might join them when they attended the events of the new London Season.
Beatrix had now met all the wives of the three men who were her brother’s closest friends, one of them being Bethany, James’s own sister. Bethany had been sworn to silence by Beatrix’s sister-in-law, Chloe, in regard to Beatrix’s presence in London and the reason for it. Bethany had agreed to do so, not because she did not love her brother, but because she loved him very much and believed he and Beatrix would eventually find happiness together as equals rather than James feeling a need to constantly protect Beatrix against cruel tongues.
Something which Beatrix also hoped for.
Once in London, she had joined those four lovely young ladies in several outings to the shops during this past week. She already had beautiful gowns aplenty for her life in the country, but Beatrix wished to commission a new gown to be made in time for her to attend the Blackbornes’ ball this evening.
The five ladies had even experimented with several face adornments, beauty spots and such. But they had finally decided to paint a specific scene upon her cheek and throat which, although it did not hide the scars completely, did in fact complement what were now no more than delicate silver lines.
Chloe had assured Beatrix that she was about to start a new fashion with the adornment, and that the only reason anyone would stare at her this evening was in envy for the depiction of the moon and stars against the inky dark sky on the paleness of her cheek and down her throat.
Instead of avoiding the wagging tongues, Beatrix was about to deliberately draw attention to herself.
After years of hiding, Beatrix no longer cared what people thought of her. Only James’s opinion mattered to her.
She knew from conversations with Benedict that James had not been out in general Society this past week, although he had been seen at several of their clubs in the evenings, morosely over-imbibing in alcohol.
But Victory, the Duchess of Blackborne, who’s own past circumstances meant she had known the adult James longer than any of them, had assured her that he would not dare to miss attending her ball this evening.
Having been privately presented to the Prince Regent three days ago, Beatrix was now at liberty to also attend that ball and even to dance the waltz, if she so wished.
She was extremely nervous, but also had to admit to being a little excited at attending her first-ever ball.
Which was why, against every moment of anxiety which had prevented her from entering Society for years before this, Beatrix now stood at her brother’s side and heard her name, along with that of Benedict and Chloe, announced by the Blackbornes’ butler to the other guests milling about the crowded ballroom.
James believed he must be hearing things, or was possibly still foxed from drinking copious amount of brandy this past week. Indeed, he could not remember when he had last been sober before this evening, and his sobriety now had given him a pounding headache to prove it.
So perhaps he was hearing things if he thought he’d heard Beatrix’s name announced along with that of her brother and sister-in-law.
Except…
A glance in the direction of the doorway of the Blackbornes’ ballroom showed Benedict Winter entering the room escorting a young lady on each arm.
One of those ladies was his lovely wife, Chloe.
The other— “Good God, it is Beatrix.” James spoke her name almost reverently.
“What was that, old chap?” His brother-in-law, Lord Julius Soames, the Earl of Andover, glanced at him curiously before following the direction of his gaze. “Shall we go and say hello, my dear?” He smiled warmly at the young lady who was now his wife and also James’s
