Page 19 of A Dreamy Match Made in Heaven
Thomas looked around the street, wondering why he had made the decision to do this.
His mother had urged him on when he explained to her the suggestion he had been given by Officer Kingsley. Her support had been the thing that truly made him believe it could be a good idea, despite his anxiety about making it happen.
But alas, he was in London and he was ready to go forward.
Just a few streets down, he took a turn to the left.
He had finally arrived.
Chapter 9
“I think this is it,” Adrianna announced when they took a turn onto a small street.
“Really?” Sophia asked, making herself excited again in order to deny the anxious nerves that were still trying to creep in.
She looked out of the window and saw the rows of houses. For all she knew, they could still have been on the same street as Lord and Lady Faversham’s home. All of the townhouses looked identical to her.
“It’s on this side,” Adrianna told her, causing Sophia to lean towards her friend and try to look out the window.
But she could see very little and had to wait until they were exiting the coach before she was able to truly look over at the townhouse.
This one was rather different from the others.
Although in the same row, together amongst them all Miss Wainwright’s home had a few visible differences from the outside.
The small patch of grass in front of the house had grown rather out of control with weeds and wildflowers. The door was painted red. And in the window panes, Sophia observed that there were a number of strange trinkets and candles and other manners of items.
She looked at Adrianna with cautious eyes.
“There is nothing to worry about. She is a perfectly sane, lovely woman,” her friend reassured her.
Sophia nodded. “If you insist,” she laughed.
They made their way to the door and Sophia asked the coachman for the time.
“It is three-forty-eight, my lady,” he told her.
She breathed a sigh of relief. They were not late. Nor were they rudely early. Twelve minutes was surely acceptable, she imagined.
“Is she going to be very cruel?” Sophia asked Adrianna in a sudden panic as they stood at the base of the small steps that led to the door.
Adrianna laughed. “Cruel? Not at all. My brother said she was the loveliest sort of woman.”
Sophia hoped that was true. But it was too late to do anything other than press forward, so she bravely grasped the brass knocker that had been shaped into a heart and gave it a firm knock.
From the other side of the door, she heard the sound of a woman singing. It sounded as though it was a love song, but she could not quite hear the words. Once more, Sophia looked at Adrianna with uncertainty.
Her friend simply giggled in reply.
When the door opened, all of Sophia’s worries melted away.
Miss Georgiana Wainwright was, quite simply, the most adorable and spectacular woman that Sophia had ever seen.
“Oh, my dears! You are on time, how wonderful. You must come in,” she welcomed them.
Sophia followed her inside to see that her home was every bit as eclectic as she was.
An older woman, Miss Wainwright had maintained a high level of glamour. She wore a deep, crimson dress and had her hair styled to the latest fashion. Jewels dripped from her ears and neck in such a fashion that would have been more appropriate for dinner with the king rather than a simple visit from two young women.
