A Victorian Christmas
“The ten-foot-high concealing walls of fragrant cedar had always been his chosen retreat. He knew the maze like the back of his hand, and as a boy it had pleased him no end to guide one of his young cronies into the hedges and then vanish, losing him completely. Hours later, he would march in after the poor chap and haul him out into the open to restore his wounded spirit with hot tea and cakes.
Today, Grey hoped he could lose himself. He needed to think, to sort out the confusing swirl of demands that echoed back and forth inside him. In a few short hours, Star Ellis would be formally betrothed to Rupert Cholmondeley, a status almost as binding as marriage. Blast!
The snow crunched beneath his boots as Grey strode down one corridor after another. Could he afford to lose this woman who had touched his very soul? Ridiculous to let Rupert have her, when the young man was so oblivious to her beauty, her wit, her intelligence. Star was a glowing light, shining for all to see—and yet Rupert... remained completely blind to her.MoreLess
Today, Grey hoped he could lose himself. He needed to think, to sort out the confusing swirl of demands that echoed back and forth inside him. In a few short hours, Star Ellis would be formally betrothed to Rupert Cholmondeley, a status almost as binding as marriage. Blast!
The snow crunched beneath his boots as Grey strode down one corridor after another. Could he afford to lose this woman who had touched his very soul? Ridiculous to let Rupert have her, when the young man was so oblivious to her beauty, her wit, her intelligence. Star was a glowing light, shining for all to see—and yet Rupert... remained completely blind to her.MoreLess
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