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“We’re planning a gala to raise funds for the clinic,” Lora began. “And I was hoping you would consider working with me. It’s going to be at the Rockford Manor Greenhouse. The theme is an enchanted garden.”

“We?” Harriet simply stared at her and waited for her to respond.

“Rockford and me. He, too, thought a loan was a risk. He suggested a charity event to raise funds. The clinic has been in such dire need of funds lately. I haven’t told Rockford yet, but I spoke to several shop owners and people who donated in the past, but they seem to have shut their doors to us.”

Harriet’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d be thrilled to work with you! The greenhouse will be perfect for showcasing the flowers. I’m so glad you asked. I’m also intrigued by Rockford assisting you.”

Lora smiled in relief. “Thank you, Harriet. Your support means a great deal to me.”

Harriet took the cloche off the eggs and passed the platter to Lora. “Lora, I’ve been thinking. There’s this charming young gentleman I’d like you to meet. He’s quite dashing and—”

“Harriet, I appreciate your efforts, but I’m far too busy with the gala,” Lora said gently. “Besides, I’m not looking for anyone right now.”

Harriet tilted her head with a knowing smile. “Not even Rockford? Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed the way he looks at you.”

Lora’s cheeks warmed. “We’ve known each other since we were children, Harriet. He’s only helping with the clinic because he believes in its value.” She paused, the words feeling hollow even as she spoke them. “That’s all there is.”

Harriet’s smile softened. “If you say so, Lora. Just promise me you won’t dismiss what’s right in front of you. Sometimes, the best things happen when you least expect them.”

They finished their breakfast, discussed more details of the gala, and enjoyed each other’s company. As Lora prepared to leave, she felt reassured, knowing Harriet was working with her.

“Must you leave so soon?” Harriet walked her to the foyer.

“Yes, I must. Rockford is coming this afternoon to work on the plans. We’re thinking an art auction. And please do not say anything.” Harriet playfully shook her head. “Thank you again for working with me. I’ll let you know as soon as we have more details,” Lora said, hugging Harriet.

“We. I do like the sound of that.” Harriet laughed before Lora could chastise her. “Promise me you’ll be careful around Hastings. I don’t trust him.”

“I will. And thank you for breakfast.” Lora left Harriet’s estate, her thoughts circling between the gala, Hastings’ attentiveness, and the quiet anticipation of seeing Rockford again.

Chapter Eleven

30 September 1822

The past weekhad been a whirlwind of planning, with Rockford and Lora meeting regularly to finalize the details of the art auction and gala. She smoothed her gown and steadied herself. There was still much to do, and Rockford was due to arrive shortly.

“Good afternoon, Your Grace,” Lora greeted him with a warm smile. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Lady Lora.” Rockford returned her smile as she showed him to a seat in her drawing room. As they settled into the study, Lora felt a subtle shift in the air, an awareness of Rockford that she hadn’t noticed before.

He removed some papers from his coat pocket. “I have more people to add to the guest list, a few influential people who should be in attendance.”

Lora glanced at the list, appreciating his thoroughness. “These are excellent additions. Some had not occurred to me. I’ve become absorbed with the menu.”

“The menu is entirely your domain,” Rockford said with a smile as she handed him what she had put together. “Your taste is impeccable.”

“About the guests… I noticed Hastings is on the list.” Rockford glanced up from the papers. “Are you aware he’s been showing particular interest in the clinic?”

Lora glanced at him, her brow arching. “I’ve heard murmurs, yes. He’s expressed his support for our project. Is there a reason for concern?”

Rockford hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I think we need to be cautious. There have been some… inquiries about the clinic’s funding and motives. I want to make sure everything moves forward without complications.”

Lora studied him, catching the slight tension around his eyes. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

He met her gaze. “I’ve heard Hastings may not have the clinic’s best interests at heart. I don’t want anything jeopardizing your work.”

She tightened her grip on the parchment list, a frown tugging at her lips. “I appreciate your concern, but Mr. Hastings has been nothing but supportive. He even offered to introduce me to potential patrons.”

Rockford’s jaw tensed, almost imperceptibly. “Generosity like that often comes with a price.”

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