Chapter Twenty-One
~April 9~
Edward took in a deep breath. The smell of the opera. It was like coming home. The scent of so many bodies, of the fresh cut wood and paint of the sets, the stink of the tallow candles edging the stage. It all smelled so good.
“Oh, Lord Conway, it’s magnificent!” Miss Kendrick said, standing beside him in his box. He had taken to calling her Belle. She had thought it sweet, understanding immediately the Italian word for beautiful and the play on her given name, Isabel. Her giggles when he’d asked permission to address her as such had been like music to his ears. But now…
Now, there was an ache in his heart as he reacquainted himself with the opera. It had been too long since he’d set foot inside a theatre. It had been too painful. But for Belle he had to se
