Today was her first outing with Conrad. Lady Lofton, who she had yet to meet, had apparently insisted that Conrad properly court Amelia prior to their upcoming nuptials. Where would they go? The Tower of London zoo? Or perhaps the Bird Sanctuary? Either would be fine with her, as long as it was out-of-doors. Her maid handed her a warm pelisse to wear over her dress. Earlier, when Amelia had glanced out the window, she had noticed the tree branches swaying in a slight breeze. She’d decided on a mint green dress because she knew how well it complemented her red hair and fair skin. Would Conrad agree? A frown crept over her face. Why am I wondering that? I’ve not given him any choice in the matter of marrying me. Chances are, he hates me for what I’m doing. And who could blame him? With a shrug, she left her room and headed down the long staircase. Her father had requested to see her before Conrad arrived. Surely Father wouldn’t wish to speak to Conrad today? Amelia bit her lip.
