Page 52 of Saved By the Rakish Duke

Once Jerry had exchanged greetings with both Penelope and the dowager duchess, he inquired at once about Mother's welfare.

“She’s still in the full-mourning period, of course,” answered Penelope, “but at least she no longer confines herself to just her room. In fact, every so often, Her Grace even persuades her to go shopping.”

As Jerry expressed his elation at the good news, a pang of guilt struck Penelope’s chest. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that aside from an awkward “Good morning” or similar sentiment, Mother wasn't currently speaking to her.

The master of ceremonies declared the next figure and Jerry suddenly straightened up. “I believe that’s my number.”

He turned back to her with a giddy smile. “May I have this dance, Little Penny Punton?”

“Why yes, you may, Jerry Gray,” she laughed, putting her gloved hand in his.

As they danced, Penelope couldn’t help but appreciate how their hosts had managed to maintain a consistent level of orderliness, elegance, and high spirits on such a grand scale.

When she expressed this sentiment to Jerry, he agreed wholeheartedly. “I didn’t think it was possible, but the Sunbourne’s somehow outdid themselves this year, didn’t they?”

“It’s incredible!” Penelope concurred, gazing at the chandeliers above them.

The sound of Graystone chuckling called her attention back to him. “What?” she huffed.

“Don’t worry, Penny,” he assured her, “It wasn’t a laugh of derision, but of delight.” His expression softened. “I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but you seem... different somehow. You never used to laugh or smile so easily.”

“Jerry Gray! I hope you aren’t implying that I was miserable company,” Penelope joked, “because if so, it would be quite tragic to find out after so many years of friendship.”

“That's not what I’m saying at all.” Her dance partner squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Only that you are even more pleasant company than before.” He leaned closer to ask, “Am I to assume that this is because you’ve managed to secure a fiancé?”

“Not yet, I’m afraid,” Penelope sighed. “I thought I had come rather close a handful of times. But knowing that this ball was coming up, I decided it would be easier to catch someone’s attention here.”

Her old friend’s smile faded. “Penny, I know it’s hardly my business, but aren't you worried that leaving it until now is quite risky?”

Of course, I’m worried!she wanted to yell. But if she had said so, she would then inevitably have to explain that it was actually His Grace’s advice to hold back for so long.

“I never thought the day would come whereIwould be saying this toyou, Jerry Gray,” she smiled, “but you’re worrying a little too much.”

Her friend opened his mouth—likely to protest, but evidently changed his mind. “As you say, Penny. Just promise me you’ll get it sorted out soon.”

“Of course,” she nodded.

After their dance, he escorted her back to the dowager duchess, thanked them both, and left to mingle with the other guests.

Soon after Jerry had separated from them, Lord Steepwharf happened to pass by. As usual, greetings and inquiries about the other person’s welfare were made.

Thanks to her latest lesson with His Grace, Penelope now noticed just how much gentler the viscount’s demeanor was towards the dowager duchess, who in turn showered him with praise and sincerely reminded him about how proud his parents would be if they were here.

When other guests approached to speak with the dowager duchess, the viscount asked Penelope about how she was enjoying the ball so far.

After she gave her positive reply, Lord Steepwharf asked another question, “And what of the Duke of Blackmoore? How has he been keeping these days?”

“He’s well, Lord Steepwharf,” Penelope smiled, scanning the room, “but if you’re looking for him, I think I spied him talking to-”

“No need to send for him.” The viscount waved a hand. “I’m glad that he’s doing well. I also hope you’re not too disappointed that he’s flitting around the party instead of staying by your side.”

“Why would I be disappointed?” Penelope chuckled. “Such behavior is perfectly characteristic of His Grace. If he was staying put, nowthatwould be cause for concern.”

The viscount let out a polite laugh upon hearing this, but something about the way his eyes shifted told her that he wasn't fully satisfied with her answer.

Perhaps he meant something else?she worriedly asked herself.

But Lord Steepwharf didn’t pursue the subject any further and after bidding her and the dowager duchess to enjoy the rest of the ball, he separated from them too.

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