Five entire minutes ticked by before the door opened, and in walked … Lady Swifdon. She wore a gown of soft yellow silk, and her matching honey blond hair was pulled up atop her head; a silver necklace and delicate yellow slippers completed her ensemble.
“Good afternoon, Lady Alexandra.” Lady Swifdon swept across the room with a bright smile on her pretty face. “We’ve met, but it’s been a while.”
Alex jumped to her feet. “Of course I remember you, Lady Swifdon.”
“Please call me Cass,” Lady Swifdon continued with a conspiratorial grin on her lovely face.
Well, that was exceedingly kind of her. “Very well, Cass.”
Lady Swifdon must have read Alex’s mind because the next thing Cass said was, “Owen’s not here today.”
Alex shook her head. “He’s not? I don’t understand.”
Cass glided over to the door and opened it. Two other beautiful women came sailing through. One was diminutive and wearing deep emerald and had curly black hair. The other was a bit more plump, with dark hair and eyes, and wore a sky blue gown and silver spectacles.
“Please meet my friends,” Cass continued, gesturing to the ladies. “The Duchess of Claringdon and Mrs. Upton.”
Alex watched them both with awe, especially the duchess, whom she’d heard about but never met. The diminutive curly-haired woman’s husband was a famous war hero who had been made a duke by the Prince Regent after his bravery at Waterloo. The duchess approached her with a wide, easy smile. When she got close enough, Alex realized that one of her eyes was blue while the other was green. Intriguing, to be sure.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the duchess said with an ever-expanding smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“You’ve heard so much … about me?” Alex pointed at herself.
“Yes, from Cass, dear.”
“This is Mrs. Upton,” Cass said, presenting the dark-haired, spectacle-wearing lady.
“A pleasure,” Mrs. Upton said, sliding a book she’d been carrying into her reticule.
Alex searched her memory. She believed that Mrs. Upton had recently married Garrett Upton, the earl presumptive of Upbridge.
“Mrs. Upton is married to my cousin,” the duchess clarified.
Alex nodded. She’d heard rumors that these three ladies of the ton were thick as thieves. They certainly were all quite beautiful and seemed intelligent as well.
“Please sit,” Cass offered, and all four of them took seats on the settee and surrounding chairs. Alex watched Cass with growing interest. She was ethereal and had the same coloring as her gorgeous brother, honey blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. Only Lady Swifdon had no dimple in her cheek. A pity, that.
“I asked you to come today to meet with us, not Owen.” Cass gestured to the duchess and Mrs. Upton.
Alex frowned. “I’m afraid I still don’t understand.”
“I’ll explain,” Cass replied. “First, allow me to ring for tea.”
A quarter of an hour later, the four ladies were quietly sipping their tea when the duchess blurted out, “For goodness’ sake, Cass, tell the poor girl why she’s here. She looks half frightened out of her wits.”
“Yes, Cass, do tell,” Mrs. Upton added while enthusiastically consuming a tea cake.
“Very well.” Cass set her teacup aside and turned to face Alex, smoothing her skirts.
Alex tried to keep her hand that held the teacup from shaking. “Yes … my lady? I mean, Cass.”
“I asked you here today, Alex—do you mind if I call you Alex?” Cass began.
“Not at all,” Alex said with a relieved smile. “I much prefer it, actually.”
The duchess clapped her hands. “Famous. You will call me Lucy and call Jane, Jane as well.”
“Very well,” Alex agreed after receiving a friendly nod of approval from Mrs. Upton. She turned back to Cass. “What did you want to ask me?”
Cass straightened her shoulders and met Alex’s eyes. “My brother tells me you two are in business of a sort together.”
Alex’s hands shook so badly, a bit of tea splashed over the side of the cup and plopped on the delicate white china saucer. “Something like that,” she answered. How much did the countess know? How much would Owen want her to know?
“He said you are both working toward the same goal, to ensure the match between him and your sister, Lavinia.”
Alex breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently, Owen had already shared details with his sister. Alex had nothing to worry about. “That’s right,” she replied happily, picking up her teacup again and taking a sip.