Page 79 of A Dilemma for the Duke

As Lora and Harriet made their way to their room, Rockford paused, catching Lora’s arm. “We are prepared,” he said, his voice filled with conviction.

Lora met his gaze, a fierce light in her eyes. “Indeed, we are.”

“Are the accommodations for you and Lady Harriet sufficient?”

“Yes, they are. Thank you for extending the invitation.” She started toward the staircase, then turned. “The flowers are beautiful.”

Rockford smiled, and she saw the smile that charmed the birds off the trees. She turned and left.

*

Lora stood inthe room Mrs. Turner had arranged for her. It was a calm oasis in the midst of the evening’s hectic preparations. Her emerald silk gown lay draped over a chair, its rich color a perfect complement to her auburn hair. She carefully donned the gown, feeling the smooth fabric against her skin, and adjusted the delicate lace neckline.

As she pinned the last strand of hair, Harriet entered the room, a cascade of sapphire silk. “You look absolutely radiant, Lora.” Harriet’s eyes sparkled with genuine admiration. “But no jewelry? Your neck is begging to be adorned. An emerald or diamond would be exquisite.”

Lora offered a modest smile. “No, no necklace. I’m asking people for money.” She fussed with her skirt, smoothing out wrinkles that weren’t there.

Harriet patted her opal necklace and nodded thoughtfully. “That is a very good point. Luckily, I am not asking for money.” She glanced at Lora. “Stop fussing. You look perfect.”

“It’s the calm before the storm,” Lora murmured, glancing at herself in the mirror.

Harriet approached, her expression serious. “No matter what happens tonight, you are my very good friend, and I am with you.”

“Thank you,” Lora whispered, embracing her friend tightly. “I’m truly grateful that you stand with me.” She pulled away. “We’d better go downstairs. The first coaches should arrive shortly.”

They saw Rockford waiting for them as they descended the grand staircase. His gaze was steady and warm. He wore a finely tailored suit. The fabric emphasized his broad shoulders and dignified bearing.

Lora’s heart skipped a beat as she met Rockford’s stare. The intensity of his gaze had her pulse quicken. It wasn’t only the gala. It was him. It would always be him.

As they reached the bottom of the grand staircase, Rockford turned to her, a subtle warmth in his eyes. He stepped forward and bowed with a graceful flourish. “You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration.

Lora felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. The soft glow of the chandelier illuminated the gentle smile that tugged at his lips. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her eyes meeting his. “You cut a fine figure yourself.”

For a moment, the bustle of the gala faded into the background as they stood at the threshold, the air between them charged with unspoken sentiments.

Rockford’s smile widened, and he glanced at Harriet. “And you, Lady Harriet, are a vision of elegance.”

Harriet chuckled softly, a twinkle in her eye. “Why, thank you, Rockford.”

As the carriages rolled up to the grand venue, the team dispersed to their assigned roles, each person moving with purpose and determination.

Lora and Rockford stood side by side in the foyer and warmly greeted their guests. A gentle hum of conversation and the rustle of silks and satins filled the air. Harriet stood at her side, ready to guide the conversations seamlessly.

As guests arrived, Lora exchanged polite greetings, her gaze occasionally meeting Rockford’s. “Good evening, my lord. It’s wonderful to see you.” Rockford followed with a nod, “Do have a pleasant evening.”

Once the main wave of guests had been received, Rockford leaned closer to Lora, his voice a soft murmur. “Shall we join our guests?”

“Our guests are aware of our disagreement. Hastings did a very good job of making that known. They are here because they are curious.” Lora smiled as they passed by their guests on their way to the ballroom. “They don’t know what we’re about.”

Rockford, who had linked her arm to his, covered her hand with his and leaned in close. “They see two people who are very much in love, willing to swim the widest river for each other.”

“So I can tie the legs of your britches together again?” She teased him tenderly.

He paused for a moment, then squeezed her hand. They continued through the crowd, speaking to their guests.

A calm and composed Sir Ellington approached Rockford with a cordial smile. “Rockford, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” He extended a hand. “I must say, this evening is truly splendid.”

Rockford shook his hand warmly. “Thank you, Ellington. I’m glad you could join us tonight.”

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