Chapter Eighteen
Unfortunately, he didn’t spot her until he was half-way through a dance with Miss Holdsbury. It was only through sheer force of will and, ultimately, his manners that allowed him to pull his eyes away from Lady St. Vincent once he’d seen her.
She looked absolutely lovely this evening. For once, she wasn’t in either purple or gray—the colors she favored, being still in half-mourning for her husband. Charles rather thought it had been more than a year since his death, but clearly the lady had held a great affection for him. Tonight, however, she wore blue. It was a deep, rich color in silk and made her eyes really stand out as they flashed with laughter at something Miss Kendrick said to her. Her laughter floated over to him as he executed a turn with the lady he was danci
