Welcome to Tuesday's Tales
I'm sorry but this is another isolated snippet this week, taken from my Regency wip started back in 2012.
It is 1812 and Consuela remained in London when her affianced, Juan, has returned to the war in Spain. She may not be sure of the stranger who is flirting with her but admits to herself she is charmed by him.
How could someone she didn’t know
fascinate and repel at the same time? She turned away to watch their graces
dancing together, and hid a smile behind her hand at the outraged whispers
around her. Jealous old tabbies, she
thought. Just because they were trapped in uncongenial, she liked the new word
her grace taught her that morning, uncongenial marriages, they didn’t like to
see the Duke dancing with his Duchess not caring who saw how much in love they
were still, after nearly three decades.
“Unusual.” The sound of the deep voice
penetrated her musings and reluctantly she refocused her attention.
Yes beneath the veneer something dark
lurked in the man’s eyes. A tremor of foreboding skittered up her spine. “It is
a pity we cannot dance together. Do you like
to dance?”
“I’m not a good dancer.” Consuela admitted through clenched teeth and
wished for the music to end and their grace to join her once more.
“I find that hard to believe. A beautiful woman like you, I thought all the
ladies learned to dance.” He swept an
arc in the direction of the floor, crammed with couples.”No?”
“I believe the English teach their
daughters the dance at an early age, but I, as I am sure you have realised, am
not English.”
While the man inclined his head,
Consuela noted his smile failed to reach his eyes.
