Hello my wonderful readers!
I literally squealed in delight when I saw that Never Shall I Ever made it all the way up to #174 on Historical Fiction! It was on page twelve!
Unfortunately it isn't any more :( so can we get it back up there? Or is that too much to ask?
OK, so I'm pretty sure you'll like this chapter. We're learning a lot more about Catherine! But I'll shut up about that now.
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Anyway, so here's Chapter Sixteen! Enjoy!
A woman called Lady Dorothy Blooms invited me to tea on the Thursday- the same day Lucas was coming back.
Sarah dressed me in a dark purple gown with gold lining. Lady Dorothy lived relatively close, so it was a short carriage ride. Short, but long enough for my mind to wander.
I thought about Lucas, about his alluring, hazel eyes, his dark, dark, hair, reaching just past his ears- just long enough to burry a pair of hands in them, his beautiful, kind smile that lit up his face. I closed my eyes. He could not be mine. I would not do that to him. He would not love me if I told him the truth. I was surprized they hadn’t picked up on it, that they hadn’t asked about… him. I closed my eyes. He was gone. Not a part of my life anymore. I could forget about him.
The carriage abruptly came to a halt, snapping me out of my trance.
As I stepped out of the carriage, a petite lady walked out of the large house we had stopped at. She could not be any more than four years my senior, with fair hair and big, green eyes.
‘Miss Catherine, I presume?’
‘Yes, and you must be Lady Dorothy?’
‘Yes, that is I’ she said with a smile
‘It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Thank you for inviting me. I presume you are a friend of Lord Patrick’s?’
‘Oh, not at all! My husband and I are very good friends with Lucas’ she corrected. I was shocked. Why would a friend of Lucas invite me?
‘Oh, forgive me! I was not aware of that, my Lady’
‘Oh, don’t be so formal,’ she waved her hand dismissively ‘please, call me Dot. We are friends, are we not?’
‘As you wish, La- Dot’
She smiled at me ‘Now, I have tea ready in the parlour. I do hope you have a liking to tea cake, for I have plenty’
‘I am very fond of tea cake’ I said, and she showed me inside.
‘I win’ Sir Liam Wright said, throwing his cards down on the table and looking at me triumphantly. I rolled my eyes at him and handed him my counters. We had decided to play a game of cards for fun.
‘Not your lucky day, is it Lucas?’
‘Hm?’ I asked, ceasing to listen to my friend.
‘Pray, tell me what on earth are you thinking about that has you so distracted?’
‘Oh, nothing, Liam.’
‘Nonsense. I know that look. Do not jest with me. What is it?’
I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands.
‘Oh dear’ Liam said
‘What, Liam?’ I asked tiredly. I had gotten little to know sleep the previous night, due to the peculiar letter Aunt Georgia had sent me.
‘Oh, Luke. What have you done?’
‘What are you speaking of, Liam?’
‘It’s a girl, isn’t it?’
‘I don’t know what you are talking about, Liam’
‘Oh, but I think you do, my friend. Oh dear, you have fallen in love, have you not?’
‘Be quiet, Liam’
‘Absolutely not, not until you tell me about her. Now, how do you know her?’ he asked, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his seat.
‘Her name is Catherine.’
‘What does she look like?’
‘She has beautiful, dark mahogany hair. So soft… and beautiful, sapphire eyes… like nothing I have ever seen. Her voice… is like a chorus of bells… and her eyebrows are beautiful… one slightly thicker than the other, and she quirks them upwards when she’s speaking. And her lips…’ I trailed off, lost in my own thoughts.