Annabelle's Courtship
Chapter One
Annabelle watched the glittering crowd at Almack's and tried to ignore the leap
of her heart every time a new arrival entered. She must stop acting like a silly
schoolgirl. The Scottish laird most likely would not come. For the past two
weeks, he had singled her out for attention whenever they attended the same
affair and on one such occasion, he had told her that he no more cared for this
bastion of the ton's doings than she did. Since her first Season when she had
been labeled the Ordinary, Annabelle had detested the midweek soirees.
The unimposing building and less than stellar decor served as a backdrop to the
ton's most initiated hunt-that for the advantageous marriage. Her aunt insisted
they come each week. Although the rest of the ton considered Annabelle, at the
age of four and twenty, to be firmly on the shelf, Lady Beauford would not give
up hope of seeing her niece wed. Annabelle could have refused to attend the
season at all, but that would have curbed her own plans.
Stifling an unladylike urge to yawn, she tried to pay attention to her curr ... read full excerpt from Annabelle's Courtship ebook
