The Twelfth Night: Clean Regency Christmas Romance
Amanda Kelly
The guests had already arrived, and the party was almost at its peak when the single carriage rolled up slowly towards the house. It had clearly been driven hard over the last few days, and mud splattered the vehicle until any possible monogram on the door was obscured.
The footman, who'd stepped down to receive the guests, stood for a moment in confusion, concerned the driver might have made mistake. Nevertheless, he eventually rushed over to the passenger door, and held it open.
A woman stepped down from the carriage dressed in her finest ballgown, her hands are tied with a range of rings. She gave him a quick, casually evaluating look ,which was more intrusive than the studied indifference of most nobles.
He gave a low bow and asked who he should announce had arrived. She gave a soft laugh.
"No instructions necessary," she said. "The Duke will recognise me well enough. I am his wife."
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