Viviana looked up. “Come and sit!” She waved to them. Hadden felt a tremor of nerves. He wasn’t ready for this bevy of females. They looked to be in the hundreds, even though he knew that it was just his imagination. They came over, a few giggles trailing in their wake. Did all girls have some sort of rule where they must giggle? He stopped a scowl. If he were not nervous, he’d probably find this rather charming. He stood, bowing, hoping that he was doing the right thing. “Ladies, you honor me with your presence. I am Sir Hadden of Erimoor, and I echo my lady Viviana. Please join us.” “But you’re nearly done,” said one of the girls. A quick scan showed him that Adelaide was not among them. “I have no pressing schedule to keep,” he said seriously. “I shall be happy to tarry with you lovely ladies.” More giggling, but at last they sat down, and he was able to sit again.
