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England
" Son, where are you going? Didn't I tell you Miss Mathison is expected today?" His Grace Duke of Kenwood asked his only son, Lord Darien St Clair, Marquis of Silvery. The heir of to one of the greatest title in England shrugged his shoulder, definitely unaffected by his father's remarks.
" Father, you asked me to stay for breakfast and I did. There's no promise on waiting for this Miss American. Now, I really have to return to Silvery. I've left it for 3 days and God knows what had happened to my household and estates." He replied while shrugging into his coat.
" You damned well know your housekeeper and secretary are able to take care of that. You make sure they can. Why do you have to burden yourself with it? You have all the money in the world and still you work very hard. Why?"
" Because I choose to." He replied nonchalantly. " If you will excuse me, my carriage is waiting."
Edward St Clair watched his son's departure with a sigh. He was very proud of him. Darien had managed very well in enlarging their fortune and Edward want to believe that he's a fine man. With his coal black hair and midnight blue eyes that he inherited from his mother, he definitely looked handsome. Women love him and he loves them in return. Well, in his own way. His reputation as a rake was famous. Maybe because they were easily available to him, he didn't resist them. His last mistress was an actress and before her, some of London's most elegant courtesans. Not once, but a lot of time Edward heard gossips on his duels over a woman, or worse over someone's wife. But Edward did not dare to mention it to him. He will only dismissed it with a shrug. It was Edward's greatest wish to see him marry. As a 34 years old bachelor, in his opinion Darien had indulged in his wrong ways long enough and it's his responsibility to produce an heir. Once, Edward brought the topic out to Darien on dinner and he replied with lazy amusement:
" Father, you amuse me. You know those virgins barely-out-of-school girls will drove me insane with their chatters and eventually bored me to death and if I marry one of my 'acquaintance' it will create a scandal. I don't wish to marry soon. If one day you found a perfect Marchioness for me, do inform me. I will certainly consider her. That is if she don't drove me mad first."
Secretly, Edward wished that he would found the perfect girl in Serena Mathison. If the girl is half as kindhearted as his father was, she should be a gift. Ethan was a very good friend. Caring, completely unselfish and very companionable. It was a great loss to Edward when he returned to America. But considering the situation and tragedy at that time, Edward can't blame him for wanting to leave England. He shook his head, trying to block the painful memory. Slowly, he strode to his study.
Serena was at the dock, enjoying the sea breeze. To her left, a gentleman was watching her not so secretly for quite some time. They've made their acquaintance on the first night of their journey. Serena knew it was rude not to acknowledge him but she was too tired for conversations. Today was their last day on the ship. The captain had told her this morning that they will reach England hopefully this evening. Now, she just wants to enjoy the breeze while she can.
" The sea breeze at this time is wonderful, isn't it Miss Mathison?" he finally broke the silence.
" Yes it is, Mr. Bronson." She turned to face him and give a polite smile. " Are you enjoying it?"
" Yes, but not as much as I enjoy being in a company of a very beautiful lady," he took Serena's hand in his and slowly raised it to his lips.
Serena managed a small smile. She knew he was just being charming. Compared to other pretty ladies boarding this ship, she was nothing. " It seems we're going to be apart today. I must say it's been wonderful getting to know you."
" Oh, I'm quite sure this will not be the end of our meetings. I've been hoping to further our acquaintance in England. The Season is coming in no time. Wouldn't you be coming to London to enjoy it? Maybe I'll pay you a visit there."
" But Mr. Bronson, I'm just a visitor at a friend's house. I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to receive visitors moreover attending balls and dinners."
The gentleman sighed. " It is such a pity for a woman as beautiful as you to be missing all those excitements. It is a pity to the society. A charming lady like you will be the talk of London in no time."
" I'm sure you're just being nice, Mr. Bronson."
"Please. Call me Anthony. I'm telling you, I said what is in my opinion and I rarely wrong."
" For that remark Anthony, I now insist you call me Serena." Serena smiled at him. Noticing for the first time that he have a beautiful smile.
"Hmm. Serena. I kind of like the sound of it on my lips. Serena, Serena, Serena."
They both laughed. Serena's a musical sound that attracts some interested masculine eyes on her. Completely ignorance of the attention she's receiving, Serena bid Anthony Bronson farewell and returned to her cabin.
" Miss Mathison?"
" Yes, that's me." Serena was at the dock. The traffic was hectic and it was very noisy.
" Miss Mathison, I'm from Kenwood. I've been sent by His Grace Duke of Kenwood to bring you to the estate." He bowed slightly. " If I can have your trunks miss?"
" Yes, of course." Serena gave him the trunk she was carrying, relieved that she don't have to wait for a long time for someone to pick her up.
The servant's look was indescribable. " Is this all, miss?"
Remembering the same respond she got from Dr. Elliot, Serena grinned. " I'm afraid that's all."
" Of course, miss. I should take you to the carriage at once."
Still smiling, Serena followed him in the busy crowds.
Kenwood was very big. Large. Enormous. Somehow Serena didn't imagine it will be this grand. She had felt this funny feeling in her stomach since the moment the carriage passed the elegant entrance. Unconsciously she rubbed her knees together.
" We have arrived, Miss Kingston."
" Already? Uh. I mean, certainly."
Serena waited until a footman placed a stairs for her use and she climbed down. Two footman wearing red and gold uniforms was standing in front of the door and an elderly gentleman was between them, smiling at her. He must be Lord Edward.
" Welcome to Kenwood, my dear. How was your journey?"
" It was very delightful, thank you Your Grace." Serena dipped into a small curtsy.
He bowed. " Please, forget all this formality. Just call me Edward."
" But it wouldn't be respectful, and I can't be that to you."
" How about Uncle Edward? I was, your father's best friend."
" Yes, Uncle Edward. It will be perfect." She smiled at him, liking him enormously.
" Now hurry dear, we can't leave you standing here, can we? I'll have one of the servants show you to your room."
A maid showed Serena her room. It was a very feminine room with pink lacy curtains and floral designs on the bed sheet. There's a cabinet full of swans, flowers, birds and other exquisite shapes made of glass. On the top of the cabinet, dolls with every size and shapes were neatly lined. Although it was too flowery for Serena's liking, it was still a lovely room. Physically exhausted from the travel, she felt into a deep slumber.
How was it? I know it's not flawless but it's still an effort. Please review and tell me what you think of it.
England
" Son, where are you going? Didn't I tell you Miss Mathison is expected today?" His Grace Duke of Kenwood asked his only son, Lord Darien St Clair, Marquis of Silvery. The heir of to one of the greatest title in England shrugged his shoulder, definitely unaffected by his father's remarks.
" Father, you asked me to stay for breakfast and I did. There's no promise on waiting for this Miss American. Now, I really have to return to Silvery. I've left it for 3 days and God knows what had happened to my household and estates." He replied while shrugging into his coat.
" You damned well know your housekeeper and secretary are able to take care of that. You make sure they can. Why do you have to burden yourself with it? You have all the money in the world and still you work very hard. Why?"
" Because I choose to." He replied nonchalantly. " If you will excuse me, my carriage is waiting."
Edward St Clair watched his son's departure with a sigh. He was very proud of him. Darien had managed very well in enlarging their fortune and Edward want to believe that he's a fine man. With his coal black hair and midnight blue eyes that he inherited from his mother, he definitely looked handsome. Women love him and he loves them in return. Well, in his own way. His reputation as a rake was famous. Maybe because they were easily available to him, he didn't resist them. His last mistress was an actress and before her, some of London's most elegant courtesans. Not once, but a lot of time Edward heard gossips on his duels over a woman, or worse over someone's wife. But Edward did not dare to mention it to him. He will only dismissed it with a shrug. It was Edward's greatest wish to see him marry. As a 34 years old bachelor, in his opinion Darien had indulged in his wrong ways long enough and it's his responsibility to produce an heir. Once, Edward brought the topic out to Darien on dinner and he replied with lazy amusement:
" Father, you amuse me. You know those virgins barely-out-of-school girls will drove me insane with their chatters and eventually bored me to death and if I marry one of my 'acquaintance' it will create a scandal. I don't wish to marry soon. If one day you found a perfect Marchioness for me, do inform me. I will certainly consider her. That is if she don't drove me mad first."
Secretly, Edward wished that he would found the perfect girl in Serena Mathison. If the girl is half as kindhearted as his father was, she should be a gift. Ethan was a very good friend. Caring, completely unselfish and very companionable. It was a great loss to Edward when he returned to America. But considering the situation and tragedy at that time, Edward can't blame him for wanting to leave England. He shook his head, trying to block the painful memory. Slowly, he strode to his study.
Serena was at the dock, enjoying the sea breeze. To her left, a gentleman was watching her not so secretly for quite some time. They've made their acquaintance on the first night of their journey. Serena knew it was rude not to acknowledge him but she was too tired for conversations. Today was their last day on the ship. The captain had told her this morning that they will reach England hopefully this evening. Now, she just wants to enjoy the breeze while she can.
" The sea breeze at this time is wonderful, isn't it Miss Mathison?" he finally broke the silence.
" Yes it is, Mr. Bronson." She turned to face him and give a polite smile. " Are you enjoying it?"
" Yes, but not as much as I enjoy being in a company of a very beautiful lady," he took Serena's hand in his and slowly raised it to his lips.
Serena managed a small smile. She knew he was just being charming. Compared to other pretty ladies boarding this ship, she was nothing. " It seems we're going to be apart today. I must say it's been wonderful getting to know you."
" Oh, I'm quite sure this will not be the end of our meetings. I've been hoping to further our acquaintance in England. The Season is coming in no time. Wouldn't you be coming to London to enjoy it? Maybe I'll pay you a visit there."
" But Mr. Bronson, I'm just a visitor at a friend's house. I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to receive visitors moreover attending balls and dinners."
The gentleman sighed. " It is such a pity for a woman as beautiful as you to be missing all those excitements. It is a pity to the society. A charming lady like you will be the talk of London in no time."
" I'm sure you're just being nice, Mr. Bronson."
"Please. Call me Anthony. I'm telling you, I said what is in my opinion and I rarely wrong."
" For that remark Anthony, I now insist you call me Serena." Serena smiled at him. Noticing for the first time that he have a beautiful smile.
"Hmm. Serena. I kind of like the sound of it on my lips. Serena, Serena, Serena."
They both laughed. Serena's a musical sound that attracts some interested masculine eyes on her. Completely ignorance of the attention she's receiving, Serena bid Anthony Bronson farewell and returned to her cabin.
" Miss Mathison?"
" Yes, that's me." Serena was at the dock. The traffic was hectic and it was very noisy.
" Miss Mathison, I'm from Kenwood. I've been sent by His Grace Duke of Kenwood to bring you to the estate." He bowed slightly. " If I can have your trunks miss?"
" Yes, of course." Serena gave him the trunk she was carrying, relieved that she don't have to wait for a long time for someone to pick her up.
The servant's look was indescribable. " Is this all, miss?"
Remembering the same respond she got from Dr. Elliot, Serena grinned. " I'm afraid that's all."
" Of course, miss. I should take you to the carriage at once."
Still smiling, Serena followed him in the busy crowds.
Kenwood was very big. Large. Enormous. Somehow Serena didn't imagine it will be this grand. She had felt this funny feeling in her stomach since the moment the carriage passed the elegant entrance. Unconsciously she rubbed her knees together.
" We have arrived, Miss Kingston."
" Already? Uh. I mean, certainly."
Serena waited until a footman placed a stairs for her use and she climbed down. Two footman wearing red and gold uniforms was standing in front of the door and an elderly gentleman was between them, smiling at her. He must be Lord Edward.
" Welcome to Kenwood, my dear. How was your journey?"
" It was very delightful, thank you Your Grace." Serena dipped into a small curtsy.
He bowed. " Please, forget all this formality. Just call me Edward."
" But it wouldn't be respectful, and I can't be that to you."
" How about Uncle Edward? I was, your father's best friend."
" Yes, Uncle Edward. It will be perfect." She smiled at him, liking him enormously.
" Now hurry dear, we can't leave you standing here, can we? I'll have one of the servants show you to your room."
A maid showed Serena her room. It was a very feminine room with pink lacy curtains and floral designs on the bed sheet. There's a cabinet full of swans, flowers, birds and other exquisite shapes made of glass. On the top of the cabinet, dolls with every size and shapes were neatly lined. Although it was too flowery for Serena's liking, it was still a lovely room. Physically exhausted from the travel, she felt into a deep slumber.
How was it? I know it's not flawless but it's still an effort. Please review and tell me what you think of it.