Anne lifted the cobalt blue evening gown and ran her fingers down the velvet fabric. It was possibly the most beautiful dress in her whole wardrobe. She had as yet not been brave enough to wear such a striking gown. While in London, Anne had taken great pleasure in visiting various dressmakers, fabric shops and milliners. Although she had grown up with an allowance, while at Rosings, her mother had kept a firm control over what Anne wore. When it came to choosing a style of dress, her mother's opinion was all that mattered.
Now at five and twenty, Anne had been in possession of her inheritance for over six years. It was only now that she was spending some of that inheritance; and more importantly, simply doing so to suit her own desires. The cobalt gown had been a somewhat lavish, frivolous commission; Georgiana had been an eager accomplice in convincing Anne the dress must be had. She should have known better than to bring her young, excitable cousin to her private fittings. She doubted greatly if she would ever be so daring to wear such a style, but could not help herself in wishing to own it.
While staying with aunt Tilly, Anne had been allowed the freedom to do, and buy whatever she pleased. Her aunt was exceedingly generous; and Anne, unaccustomed to such open affection and attention, had felt almost overwhelmed by her aunt's kindness. Her aunt was exceedingly persistent that Anne purchase a whole new wardrobe.
"My dear you are a young woman and should dress as such. With a complexion as charming as yours, you should take delight in wearing all the colours of the rainbow and refuse to be drowned in plain or pastel shades so unbecoming; and indeed, in shapes and styles so unflattering!"
During that first year, Anne had left the estate grounds but rarely. The family of course were still in a period of mourning. Between the big house, the Dowager's residence and the vast grounds which included a beautiful walk to the shoreline; Anne had been more than happy. As such, her dark heavy day dresses where more than acceptable. It was such a contrast to her home at Rosings Park. The Bruce family simply enjoyed life, they enjoyed being together. The children with their games and affection were Anne's greatest delight. She had spent many happy hours playing with Angus's brood; running through long grass, making flower chains and playing hide and seek indoors when the weather was too harsh to be outside.
Once the period of mourning for the former Earl drew to a close, the Bruce family began to resume their familiar social calendar. It had been during this time that Anne had met Edward, alongside several other friends from neighbouring estates. She had never met anyone like Edward before; older, intelligent and so good humoured yet intimidatingly distinguished. He reminded her of Darcy in many ways, but had a much more open easy manner when it came to conversation. With Edwards appearance and that of other family friends; the amount of social gatherings increased greatly, and the Edinburgh season began to fast approach. Now, her aunt Tilly was insistent, Anne must agree to being properly dressed with a new wardrobe.
Anne, feeling incredibly shy at the start, had merely gone along with her aunts plan to revise her dress as it was fruitless to argue. The scheme was eagerly aided by the help of her cousin Margaret, a pretty redhead with two small children of her own. The two ladies seemed filled with such joy over the task in hand, that Anne had not wished to dampen their spirits with her reservations.
At first Anne had been shocked at some of the designs the ladies felt would suit her frame and figure. Scalloped necklines, lace trims, bold velvet evening dresses and bright yellow day dresses detailed with beautiful embroidery. Anne had never seen such variety of styles. They were far too beautiful to be wasted upon her person.
"Times are changing Anne," said Margaret, matter-of-factly. "You only need to dream of an idea and it can be done. I mean look at this, short sleeves with fringing! It is apparently all the rage in London. This fabric is from the far East, from where exactly I do not know, but just look at the depth of colour!"
And so, began Anne's new found appreciation for fashion. She could not deny swapping the pale white muslin and pale pink gowns that her mother insisted she wore, for more bold styles was entirely transformative. Above all, discarding her old, dark day dresses for a more brighter modern style left her unrecognisable.
Anne had never considered herself a great beauty; her period of poor health had only hindered her appearance all the more. She did not possess her mother's bone structure, nor had she inherited the Fitzwilliam golden hair and blue eyes. Being unwell for so long, it had left her features quite gaunt and hollow. Her time in Elgin had soon rectified her sickly appearance. With her spirits lifted, appetite restored, and so much time spent outdoors; she felt soon in perfect health. Her extended family embraced her warmly, as though she had always been part of the fold. Never before had Anne felt herself so loved and appreciated. Her growing, unlikely friendship with Edward had only added to his feeling of value. If a man as excellent as Edward desired her good opinion, she could not be so wholly lacking. With Edwards continued kindness and friendship; the dark cloud of depression from her broken heart slowly lifted. With each passing day the painful thoughts of Richard gently eased from her mind. Spending her days in Edwards company simply became a habit, he made the mundane exciting.
She stood reminiscing as she continued to admire the striking cobalt blue gown. Perhaps she would be brave and wear it soon to some formal ball or another. It felt wasteful, to own something so beautiful that would never be allowed its opportunity to shine. For the meantime, the dress was carefully folded and placed within one of her trunks. It was her last full day at Grosvenor Street. By this time tomorrow she would be organising the house on the Square. Becoming acquainted with her new household staff and allowing her trunks to be unpacked as she became accustomed to her new home. Her home. She could not help but smile at the thought, to be mistress of her own domain at last. She was exceedingly excited to see Hennie again, whom she had sent for from Rosings Park. She had written the girl a letter to enquire if she would like to be her personal maid for the foreseeable future in London. Hennie, only too pleased to be reunited with her kind mistress, had eagerly accepted such a welcomed opportunity.
Anne had been packing her possessions all morning, with the help of the ladies' maid which she and Georgiana shared. Georgie aided in the task also, though was more of a hindrance than a help. For every item packed, Georgie would remove one, in order to admire and ask questions. In the end, Anne had to think of an activity in which to occupy the girl, in order to excuse her from helping. Finding a torn lace glove, Anne asked if Georgie would be so kind as to try and mend the item, for it was one of her favourite pairs. Only too happy to be trusted with such an important task; Georgie headed for the window seat in the drawing room, in order to sew by the large open window. With the balance restored, Anne smiled at the maid, who knew full well Anne's scheme, and both ladies continued to pack most efficiently.
With the task almost done, the only other obligation on Anne's daily list was to attend her first meeting of the Mayweather charity committee that very evening. She had spent a large part of the last few days thinking of schemes and ideas in which she thought may aid the foundation. In truth she felt nervous. Apart from her small dealings with Lady Beatrice, she knew no one. She was certain it was not the sort of meeting she would expect to find Miss Bingley or Louisa amongst the attendees. However, if she intended to remain in London for as long as possible, which was indeed her aim; she had best begin to forge new friendships and alliances amongst the ton.
There was no denying her current social circle was, well, rather limited. Darcy was disinclined to attend public engagements, unless it was necessary to do so. As Georgiana was not yet out in company, this left Anne with no escort in which to find comfort. She had not seen Richard again, and as for cousin Henry, well he was certainly not a viable option. Anne was positive she had no desire to be connected with the company in which Henry kept. Louisa Hurst was sweet and attentive, but Anne did not really wish to be an awkward addition amongst that party. Thank heavens for Edward.
She smiled thinking of the pleasant evening which she had passed last Friday, when Edward attended dinner at Darcy's request. She was so pleased observing how well her cousin and the Viscount conversed. Darcy had appeared entirely at ease as the evening progressed. The two seemed quite suited, Anne was certain they would become quite friendly.
The visit to Vauxhall Gardens, though not entirely the sort of outing Anne relished, had been most pleasant. She was certain she would not have enjoyed the busy, loud crowds half so well if it had not been for Edwards most welcome escort. Upon their arrival, Anne happily took Edwards arm, using his height to advantage as the pair manoeuvred through the crowds. She had used this more intimate opportunity to thank him profusely for her gift of Amirah. He merely smiled, enjoying the praise.
She had been aware of the many glances in their direction as they walked through the grounds towards the little pavilion setting of the evening concertino. Everyone in London seemed to be so concerned knowing the business of others! Anne had never experienced such gossip hungry people before in her life. She was introduced to several curious people, some of which she felt almost impertinent as they questioned her openly. She had felt entirely on display, completely unprepared for such an assault on her person. Thankfully, between the diplomatic skills of Darcy and Edward, most questions were quickly answered. They quickly guided her through the crowds to a safe circle of common acquaintances, which included the Bingley's and Hurst's.
"Do not fret my dear," Edward had whispered to her reassuringly. "People cannot but help being curious when in the presence of one they do not recognise. Especially when that person is as charming as yourself. For who would not wish to be acquainted with such a fine lady, especially one fromsuch a fine lineage," he mocked in a high voice, repeating an earlier ridiculous remark from a rather intoxicated Lord Suffolk.
Oh, how she wished Darcy and Edward could be with her this evening when she attended the Mayweather committee. How she dreaded the thought of explaining herself. Everyone seemed so utterly curious as to why she had not been in London before; and above all, why she had not been presented at court in her youth. As to her lack of formal introduction to London society, she really had no answer to such a question. Her mother had simply never taken her to town when she visited; preferring to leave her daughter at home under the care of Mrs Jenkinson.
"Town is no place for you Anne, I only go out of necessity. You shall be much better left at Rosings , safe until my return" This was a sentence Anne knew only too well, for it had been repeated often. Regardless of where her mother travelled, it seemed the place most suited to Anne was home.
As to her being presented at Court, Anne did not know why this had never been encouraged. She assumed that due to her mother's intention to have her marry Darcy, there was no need to provide such a formal launch into society. Anne often wondered if her mother was simply ashamed of her daughter. Such a conclusion would certainly explain her mother's actions.
"I have left the emerald satin gown miss, just as requested," the maid called to Anne. "I think apart from a few of your personal items, everything is now packed."
Anne quickly glanced about the room, counting the trunks. She seemed to have purchased such a great deal since her arrival. "Thank you, Alice. I would not have got on nearly so well without your assistance. If you could help me dress for dinner before you leave. I have an engagement to attend after dinner so I shall require you to help style my hair also."
Dinner, to Anne's great trepidation, was a brief affair with her cousins. Georgie was most out of sorts and rather subdued, she was in no way looking forward to Anne's departure. She knew it was only a street away, but it felt like miles after weeks of such enjoyable companionship. Darcy tried to ease Anne's mind. He was certain such active employment as being part of a lady's charity event, could only help Anne settle better into London life.
"The more you are seen in company, the less you will need to explain your sudden appearance amongst the ton. If Mrs Drummond-Burrell is seen to have accepted you within her inner circle, for she is known as a very grand woman of the highest standing, no one shall dare to question you. You have done well Anne; most ladies would kill to be in your position. I believe Miss Bingley would do almost anything to be allowed admittance to the Almacks guest list."
With Darcy's soothing attempt to calm her poor nerves over, Anne found herself waiting in the foyer for the carriage to be brought to the door. At least she looked the part of a high society heiress. Alice had done a wonderful endeavour, pulling all of Anne's hair high and forward, so that her curls cascaded around her face with several long tendrils down her back. The emerald gown contrasted with her pale complexion perfectly. The overall effect was most pleasing. She could only hope, as she seated herself within the carriage, that her person was found to be as equally charming as her gown.
"You were utterly charming my dear." Lady Beatrice reassured Anne as she led her from the refreshment rooms back towards the main ballroom. The committee meeting had consisted of nine ladies in total and Lady Beatrice could not have been more pleased by Anne's gracious manner and well considered suggestions. It was clear Mrs Drummond-Burrell was equally as impressed with the genteel Miss de Bourgh. The formidable Almack's patroness even extended an invitation for Anne to attend a small, select garden party at her home the following sennight. "I am glad I thought to include you in such a scheme, for it can only reflect well upon my excellent judgement. Now, do you intend to dance this evening? I am sure I can introduce you to many a fine dance partner if you are so inclined?"
"I think I would much rather join Mrs Avery and Miss Potter." Anne replied spying two woman from the earlier meeting seated by a wall at the edge of the ballroom. "It has been such a long day, I believe I would be a poor choice of partner."
"Oh, nonsense girl," laughed Lady Beatrice, guiding Anne across the room. "Allow me to make one small introduction, for I am sure you would not object to such a partner."
"Really Lady Beatrice I must insist..." began Anne, but it was too late. They drew alongside a circle of ladies and gentleman, all in animated discussion, with much laughter and noise. The dread in Anne's stomach made breathing most uncomfortable, she hated being thrust into sets of such clearly well-acquainted people; it only made her feel even more of an outsider.
"Ah, Lady Beatrice," welcomed an incredibly pretty blonde girl who could be no more than seventeen. "You must help us settle a disagreement, for Mr Rutherford is certain that he will not be bested on the subject of this years favourite speculations."
"Absolutely no one can know more on the matter than me, of that I am certain!" Cried a young dark-haired gentleman. Anne could only assume him to be the afore mentioned Mr Rutherford.
Lady Beatrice scanned the gathered group quickly, not wishing to express her disappointment. She had been so certain she would find Lord Colville with Mr Rutherford and his peers. They were all horse racing enthusiasts. Surely if she was to find Edward anywhere it would be within this crowd. She looked again for the familiar dark hair, he was usually easy to locate, towering a good head taller than most in the crowd. Defeated, she introduced Anne to the people present. After a few short exchanges, Lady Beatrice excused herself, leaving Anne in conversation with the young Miss Swanson, with whom it appeared they shared a common acquaintance which offered them ample to discuss.
Anne slowly began to feel more relaxed as she and Miss Swanson spoke of Georgiana. Soon the conversation turned to other things; music, forth coming social events and of course the upcoming race at Epsom. It seemed all present in the group were avid riders, with a few of the gentleman owning race horses of their own. Mr Rutherford it appeared was the most experienced of the group on the subject of horses. After a few short exchanges he focused his attention on Anne, as she spoke of her beloved Arabian.
"It would appear you have quite a way with words Miss de Bourgh, your description of Amirah is almost poetic."
"One can not help but describe her in such a manner. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and although a lively mount, is the sweetest soul one could ever wish to own."
"It is always such a joy to meet such an experienced horsewoman," replied Mr Rutherford, taking his place next to Anne.
"Oh sadly I am deserving of no such praise, sir. I am no great rider. In truth I am much more apt to driving in my small phaeton."
"A phaeton?" Asked Rutherford in surprise. "A delicate female such as yourself careering around in a phaeton? I can not believe it."
"I must confess," laughed Anne, "I am rather prone to driving it far too fast. My home in Kent has the most wonderful paths for racing."
"Would you care to dance Miss de Bourgh, I believe a new set is about to begin?"
"I thank you most sincerely for the offer, though I shall have to refrain this evening. In truth I believe I shall soon retire."
They continued to exchange pleasantries a few moments longer before Mr Rutherford, clearly inclined to dance, escorted the young Miss Swanson to the floor. Anne, now feeling she had overstayed her welcome amongst the lively Wednesday crowd, decided she would say her goodbyes to Lady Beatrice before making her exit.
One of the greatest shortfalls of being short, was the difficulty it presented when lost in a crowd. Although Anne tried to locate Lady Beatrice, it was a jolly difficult task when most of the room towered above you. Calling defeat, she decided it was best to simply head for home. She began weaving her way through the crowd, when suddenly she spotted a very familiar figure standing on the edge of the crowd. As quickly as she could muster, she headed straight in their direction.
Drawing up behind him silently, she placed her hands on her hips. "Do you always simply skulk on the edge? You do know, you really ought to join in on the evenings many amusements?"
Edward turned and upon seeing Anne broke into a wide smile. What the devil was she doing here? She looked the very picture of perfection in a dark emerald dress which hugged her hips in a most appealing manner.
"Miss de Bourgh what a pleasure to see you." He glanced about to make sure they were not being overheard. "I must say Anne I am surprised to see you here. May I say I that dress you are wearing leaves you positively radiant."
"You are the most awful flirt," Anne replied, paying his compliment no heed. "Your friend Lady Beatrice was kind enough to include me in her scheme for a charity event. We had the first meeting here this evening, before the doors officially opened. It would appear I am now by default a fully accepted member of the Almack elite."
"I am sure there is nothing default about you." He must remember to thank Lady Bea, the woman was a marvel. He was certain it was she he had to thank for Anne's admittance to Almacks. "And how do you find it? Socialising with the London elite?"
"Oh it is just as I imagined and twice as scary," Anne replied. "Though I am very glad to see your familiar face."
"Would you care to dance? It has been so long since I last had the pleasure of you as my partner."
"I am afraid I was just making my exit when I noticed you hiding over here. I merely came to say hello."
"Oh, do not be so selfish as to leave me so early in the night I beg you. Come Anne, do say you will honour me with the next two sets. Just a few moments on the dance floor, that dress deserves a proper outing." He raised his eyebrow waiting for her reply. He was both confident she would yield, yet nervous at the prospect of her refusal.
"I really should be getting home Edward. It is already past eleven and I am moving into the Square tomorrow. There is still so much to finalise."
He felt his palms sweating. There was no chance he was going to allow the opportunity of having Anne to himself to pass him by. There was no better place for her this evening than on the end of his arm.
"Anne, come along you love to dance, it will be just as it was back in Scotland. You know as well as I do no one wishes to dance with such an old, disagreeable fellow as myself, you would be doing me a great act of kindness. I promise just one set. Then I shall return you to your carriage and you shall be home ready for tomorrow in no time." He reached out to offer her his arm. "Do not deny such an old friend the pleasure of your company."
"One set," she laughed, taking his arm. "You sir could charm the very birds from the trees."
And indeed he did charm her. He charmed her all the way through the next two sets and the two sets which followed. He continued to charm her as they took refreshments in the upper rooms where they met again with Mr Rutherford and his crowd of rather animated friends. Anne had never laughed so much in her life. Her feet ached and her muscles began to tire, though she was adamant this did not deter her. Her early night was long forgotten and once more she returned to the floor with Edward, much to the gossip of those around them. It was not the done thing to stand with the same gentleman three times in a row! Why, even those who were married did not dance more than two sets together! Some preferred to dance none together at all.
As the evening drew to an end, Anne was astonished to realise she had stayed out so very late. Edward true to his word, escorted Anne to her carriage. He then insisted he accompany her back to Grosvenor Street, which he also insisted was for her own safety. Upon their arrival he kissed her hand before departing in the direction of home. Anne utterly exhausted but happy, watched him leave, a small pang of disappointment as his figure disappeared from view. Joined by the sounds of the early morning bird song, Anne let herself into the Darcy residence for the last time.