Chapter 27
Laurel's brow furrowed in worry as she watched Thomas's reaction, or lack of, as he resumed his seat, nodding intermittently at Louise's chattering, his expression unreadable and closed. She was aware of Frederick looking at her curiously, and she earnestly wished he had not come to the musicale this evening, had not chosen to sit beside her at all. She took a sip of her lemonade, her thirst gone now in the face of such tension, but she desperately needed something to do to keep her busy and ease the discomfort between her and Thomas. Suddenly Thomas looked towards the doorway and swore so fluently and violently that she blushed in mortification. He rose abruptly, astonishment and anger crossing his face as he glared at whoever had aroused such a reaction from him. "Bloody Hell! What is
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