Page 80 of A Dilemma for the Duke

Ellington leaned in slightly, his tone low so only Rockford could hear. “I couldn’t help but hear some rather troubling whispers circulating amongst theton. It seems there are rumors regarding certain financial difficulties. I hesitate to bring it up, but I thought it best to address it directly.”

Rockford maintained his composed expression, nodding slightly. “Yes, I am aware of the rumors. I can assure you, Ellington, that while these whispers have indeed reached my ears, they are greatly exaggerated. My assets remain secure, and any temporary inconveniences are being swiftly handled.”

Sir Ellington’s brows furrowed with concern. “I understand. It’s just that such rumors if left unchecked, can cause quite a stir within our circles.”

Rockford offered a reassuring smile. “I appreciate your candor and your concern. It is precisely this kind of open dialogue that will help us navigate through any misunderstandings.”

Ellington nodded appreciatively. “I’m relieved to hear that. Should these rumors have an impact, and you require any assistance,” Ellington stepped close, “or support, you can count on my discretion and aid.”

Rockford placed a hand on Ellington’s shoulder, his gratitude unmistakable. “Thank you, Lewis. Your support means a great deal to me.”

Meanwhile, Adam’s keen eyes roamed the room, watchful for any signs of trouble. He nodded subtly at Lora, a silent reassurance that all was well.

Lora found herself near the refreshment table. An enticing display of pastries, custards, and trifles awaited the guests. Silver platters held neatly arranged finger sandwiches and savory pies, while crystal bowls overflowed with ripe berries and whipped cream. The air was filled with the mingling aromas of freshly baked bread and sweet confections, tempting even the most disciplined attendees.

She smiled warmly at Lady Napier as the woman went on about the beautiful flowers in the greenhouse. “Lady Napier,” Harriet said. “The beaded flowers on your gown are exquisite. They remind me of Lord Whitfield. Have you met his lordship? He’s very astute about botanicals and is eager to discuss the latest botanical discoveries. Let me introduce him to you.”

As Lora moved through the crowd, she caught Rockford’s gaze across the room. She knew he would not be far away.

On the far side of the room, her eyes briefly flicked to Hastings, who was speaking with Montague. She noticed Hastings discreetly slipping a letter into his pocket.

Lora turned as Harriet came up to her. “Yes, I noticed. But let’s not worry about anything. The evening is going well.”

The ballroom was a blend of grandeur and warmth. Its ivory and gold décor created an ambiance that was elegant and inviting. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. Their light danced off gilded accents and illuminated the intricate molding that traced the edges of the ceiling.

A grand staircase curved gracefully downward at one end of the room, its marble steps polished to a mirror-like sheen. Garlands of fresh greenery intertwined with soft blooms were wrapped around the banister and railing.

Floral arrangements turned the room into an enchanted garden with bouquets of flowers in crystal vases atop pedestal tables draped with fine linens. Tall windows provided glimpses of the moonlit gardens outside, where lanterns glowed softlyamong the hedges. Soft music from a string quartet nestled in the corner added to the enchantment.

Guests moved throughout the room as silver trays bearing fine champagne and offered trays laden with delicacies, tiny fruit tarts, savory pies, and sweetmeats.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy. Laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, and the room felt alive, not just because of the glittering décor but also the genuine enjoyment of the guests. It was clear that every element of the ballroom, from the grand staircase to the smallest floral detail, had been crafted to make everyone feel comfortable in the enchanted garden.

Lora and Rockford navigated the crowd separately. Lora moved through the crowd, her thoughts a whirl of anticipation. Yet, every time she caught sight of Rockford’s glances, a wave of confidence washed over her. His reassuring smile, a silent promise of support, lingered in her mind like a soothing balm.

From afar, Lora observed him, engaged in conversation, his presence a steady anchor. Their partnership, born from shared trials, was remarkable and steadfast. Whenever she thought about or saw him, a surge of pride raced through her. Despite the challenges they faced, they stood strong, united in their purpose.

A subtle awareness of his presence washed over her moments before he arrived at her side. “A walk on the terrace?”

She glanced at him and nodded. “It has been a tense few days. I could use some relief.”

“My thoughts, exactly.” He offered her his arm, and they went out the terrace door.

The cool evening air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the ballroom. Rockford stood behind Lora and put his arms around her. She glanced up at him. “To keep you warm, my lady.”

She eased her back against his chest, feeling the low rumbling of his laugh and how she missed moments like this with him.

They stood in comfortable silence for a while, the stars above twinkling as if sharing their secret. Lora felt a longing she had never known before, her heart swelling with affection for the man who held her so protectively.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Lora felt Rockford’s arms tense slightly, his body shifting as he became more alert. The spell was broken as a familiar, unwelcome voice cut through the night air.

“How charming,” Hastings sneered, stepping into the light.

They both turned at the intrusion, surprise tightening her chest.

“Conspirators conspiring. Don’t let me stop you.” Hastings waved his hand dismissively. “Please, do go on.” His smile changed into a leer. “It will be your last. I have learned of your deceit and corruption. Tonight, I will present my evidence of your wrongdoings.”

“Youhave evidence, Mr. Hastings. I fear not unless it is something that you have contrived, more precisely, forged. That seems to be your specialty. But beware, your attempts to destroy people and their reputation will not go unchecked.” Lora’s voice cut through the night air, hard and clear.

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