Chapter Thirteen
Lydia was laughing at something Lord Ainsby had said when she spied Lord Welles—John—arrive. He was looking very well this evening. He was wearing his usual dark jacket but had on a slightly brighter waistcoat with silver embroidery.
She turned back to the gentlemen surrounding her. Lord Ainsby was telling a funny story that had Lord Rosebury, Mr. Hershawn, and Lord Rexford all chuckling. She smiled even though she wasn’t really listening. No, she was admiring—admiring the fact that she was standing at a ball in London surrounded by four incredibly handsome, eligible gentlemen, and they were all doing their utmost to make a good impression on her. Not only that, but they were funny, handsome, and well dressed.
This, she thought contentedly, was happiness. This was livin
