Page 31 of The Earl's Demure Spinster
Lady Victoria looked relieved, giving him a nod of approval. She clearly thought that she had gotten through to him, and that he was going to do as she required. As usual. “Good. Now, let us return to our friends.”
But Wesley had other plans. As his mother turned to rejoin the gathering, he moved with determined steps toward Lady Sylvia. The atmosphere seemed to shift as Wesley approached, a palpable tension spreading through the room. His heart was absolutely racing but he did not care. This was an exciting sensation, one that he could not get enough of. He could feel the weight of countless eyes upon him, the whispers of the ton swirling like a storm. But he paid them no mind. His focus was solely on Lady Sylvia, and the connection they shared.
“Lady Sylvia,” he said softly as he reached her, bowing slightly. The guests around them fell silent, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding scene.
Lady Sylvia looked up, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and delight. “Lord Wesley,” she replied, her voice equally soft.
Wesley extended his hand, his gaze unwavering. “Would you honour me with this dance?”
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The murmurs of the crowd faded into a distant hum, the grandeur of the ballroom receding as Lady Sylvia placed her hand in his. Her touch was warm, her smile radiant.
“I would be delighted,” she said, her voice carrying a note of defiance that matched his own.
