A Valentine For Christmas - A Regency Novella - Plot & Excerpts
She smiled and put on her I-am-perfectly-fine face, but he could see the red-rimmed eyes, the puffiness obvious. She had been crying a lot for so much physical distress to be visible. She wore a fixed smile because she was greeting her guests, a steady stream of people. So many people. August looked around the well filled salons and wished them all to purgatory (he wished to use the word hell but he was not allowed such luxuries just yet – but his vocabulary was broad). Mama was unhappy and these people were not going to make her any happier. As usual, the spacious rooms of Colchester Abbey were glowing with light and decorated with his mother’s usual flair. An enormous twelve-foot tree dominated the massive entrance hall. He and his mother, along with a flock of servants, had decorated it together several days ago. She had been happy then, laughing and smiling and hugging him. At the age of ten, August knew that he should not appreciate his mother’s affection so much and yet he did.
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