Everyone stared. She cleared her throat. “Thank you very much, gentlemen, for calling on me today. I apologize, but I will have to leave very shortly for a previous appointment.” “Who is the fortunate man, Miss Stratton?” asked a bright, curious voice beside her. Willa ignored A lex and continued. “I must retire to my chamber now to prepare, but I look forward to seeing each of you soon.” She was flustered, her composure ruined. She, who had told herself she would never run from A lex Laurie, was in full-fledged retreat. Lord Uxbridge strolled forward and took both of Willa’s hands in his. “Your company, as always, Miss Stratton, is a pleasure.” She noticed he didn’t say anything about her ability to play the pianoforte. “I look forward to seeing you at the Pattersons’ tonight.” “I do, too, my lord.” She forced a smile. She would need to wear her best gown to make him forget this visit. When he turned away, she made straight for Sarah, who appeared serene and unruffled in the middle of the sitting room—whereas Willa felt like a ship that might capsize at any moment.
