Chapter 10I was uncertain what to expect when we came down to dinner.
Mr Stephenson was dressed with propriety, but not in the formal attire Aunt Cecily preferred.
“I do beg your pardon, Lady Laytham.” His smile was charming, and I regretted it wasn’t sent in my direction. “Had I known…”
“Not at all, my dear sir.”
“Nevertheless, I’ll send to Town for my man to return with my evening rig.”
“Oh yes, please do! Ashton, you’ll see to it, won’t you?”
His man? His evening rig? How long was he planning on staying? “Of course, Aunt. I’ll send someone in the morning.”
A smile played over Mr Stephenson’s mouth. Distracted, I found myself wondering what it would feel like if perhaps he should chance to kiss me. No, I must stop thinking in that fashion. John never showed the least desire to kis
