"Oh, Mama," Cecilia groaned, wondering exactly what had happened to Lord Rosemont these past two years, and why has he decided to make his return, here, and now at the Harrington Ball. "It's hard not too look...hmmm. His eyes, Mama, his eyes, and..." Whack! Her mother smacked her again with that blasted fan. Rubbing her arm, Cecilia was sure there was a mark.
"Sweetheart, Darling. He's the rake of the worst order, and there is the scandal surrounding him that he poisoned his wife, poor dear. God bless her soul." Lady Montague took a quick look at Lord Rosemont striding through the room with lazy purpose like a lion who knows very well that he is the predator and everyone else is the prey, and leaned back in toward her daughter. "Why, he hasn't even taken a razor to his face! A disgrace, I say. A disgrace to his family's good name."
Thwack! "Mama! That hurts." Cecilia snapped her head away from Lord Rosemont's lucious black wavy locks and back to her mother.
"Now, you listen to me, my daughter. Stay away from him. Stay far, far away from Lord Rosemont."
Lady Cecilia opened her fan and covered her face, but stole another look at Lord Rosemont, tilting her head. Lord Almighty, why must they make murderous rakes so beautiful? "Mama, I'm going to the, eh, retiring room. I'm sure I saw Aunt Sophie go in there." Waving Cecilia's fan rapidly, "Perhaps I'll go join her and cool off a bit."
"Okay, darling. Oh, look! I see Lady Winters. I'm dying to speak with her. Ta, dear!" Off Mama went bobbing through the crush seeking out her old gossipy friend, while Cecilia padded slowly toward the retiring room, and then stole a quick look back seeing her mother reach her destination and was already deep in conversation with Lady Winters. Cecilia then proceeded to turn in the opposite direction....away from the retiring room.
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