She looked away as Somerton glanced toward her. She could never remember feeling so disappointed in a person. And yet, the idea that there was something redeeming about Somerton would not leave her. She still wanted to discover that part of him. Hardy took his seat next to her and rubbed his leg against her thigh. She had the greatest urge to inch her seat next to Lord Bingham and away from Hardy. She doubted the old earl would even notice. Somerton’s icy glare blasted her from across the table. “Are you all right, Mrs. Smith?” he asked with concern lacing his low voice. “You look a little pale.” Victoria blinked and looked away from Somerton. “I am quite well. I just remembered it was my sister’s birthday and I have forgotten to send her my wishes for a happy year.” “Ah, of course.” She ate far too quickly in an attempt to get away from Hardy. Not that it mattered since dinner was a five-course event that took hours. Then she would have to wait for Lady Farleigh to rise and call the ladies to the salon.
