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Chapter 5

Veronica stood in front of the biggest mirror she had ever seen on a little chair as two seamstress worked around her on her gown. Marguerite occupied the sofa behind her and although she gave her good advices, her mind was everywhere but in that room. She didn't know, how or why did she came in this situation, but she knew that she needed to find Charlotte to solve her problem. After all she was with her last time on the Plateau. But it wasn't as easy as she thought. She asked many about a certain Miss Dunn, but no one knew her. Not only she, but the whole Dunn family was like they never existed. She should need the biggest hunter to find her. "Where are you Roxton?" She sighed inside.

Hardly did she form the thought, like her wish was heard, the door opened and no one else stepped in than He with Charlotte on his side.

"Marguerite!" Cried the girl happily and hurried to embrace her.

She hasn't thought about the heiress till the moment she saw her. She could only hope that she was that Marguerite she knew. On Miss Krux's side the feeling was mutual. She sighed and embraced her back happily as she whispered.

"You don't know Veronica!"

"Pardon?" She was surprised for a moment, but only until she spotted the blond girl in the background arguing with one of the seamstress about not having enough space to breath. But she was disturbed by Lord Roxton's polite cough.

"Charlotte, my dear, would you introduce me to your friend?" He smiled as he looked into the black haired beauty's mesmerizing eyes.

He couldn't make himself to see elsewhere. He never ever in his life felt like this. In spite of his adventurous life he felt like he never lived before this moment.

"Of course" Hesitated Charlotte. "This gentleman is Lord Roxton, my cousin and my guardian. And Marguerite Krux a good friend of mine. We met in …"

"In Paris."

"Oh yes. In Paris. We haven't seen each other for long time."

"Felt like ages. Nice to meet you." Smiled Marguerite politely, calmed by the knowledge that even in this strange word Lord Roxton lived, happily and was more handsome than ever.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Krux." He bent down to kiss her hand.

"We just have to meet sometimes Charlotte. I have a lot of things to tell you." Broke Marguerite the eye contact with her Lord.

"Well, yes, I don't know when…"

"If the ladies allow me to interrupt, I would suggest inviting Miss Krux to our ball this evening. Of course only if the inviting is not too late." Smiled hopefully Roxton.

"Fantastic idea!" Shouted Charlotte "Can you come?"

"I wouldn't miss the opportunity!" She answered. But hardly finished her sentence, she could hear Veronica's shriek and she knew she had to hurry. " But now, I'm afraid I have to go. See you soon tonight!"

"Goodbye Marguerite"

"I can't wait for tonight, Miss Krux." Bowed the lord and Marguerite hurried away.

Lord Roxton just stared after her as Charlotte smiled. "There are things that cannot be changed." She thought.

The London Society waited with great interest the ball, that Lord Roxton and Lord Redgrave gave to the honor of their "sister" to introduce her to society. The guests were from the most famous and most elegant families from all England. The Roxton residence was full of light and life on this evening. The two men did they best. Elegant surroundings with delicious foods and sweet wines and champagne.

The men and the mistress of the house greeted the arrivals. Charlotte's gown was up to the expectations. Richard knew that with ages flowing away he wouldn't remember the color or the style of it, only that she was stunning and shining in it on his side. The sight of her pushed away only for a moment the thought of letting her out of his life forever.

Charlotte liked the ball. Although she was still confused with the news of her parents' death, but after the meeting with Marguerite, the hope in her started to grow. As soon as she spotted her, she excused herself and led her to a silent room. Hardly closed they the door behind themselves, they shared their stories in a hurry.

"Summarizing: Challenger and Summerlee died. Just like Ned. And Veronica is going to merry without love. What about you?"

"Luckily alone, with tons of money, everything I wished for." Answered the heiress as she organized one of her tresses using the glass of a cupboard as a mirror. Doing this, her eyes fall at a picture about Roxton. She stopped in her movement, not noticing Charlotte, who came next to her and asked.

"Everything?"

Marguerite straightened herself and took down the picture.

"And you're adopted by the Redgrave's, raised by Roxton and Richard is your stepbrother. Awkward situation indeed. How is he acting?

"Like he's my brother." She sighed. "Except of you, everybody acts like this would be normal. I've already started to believe this whole thing."

"I was thinking why only two of us are the only? Only we remember, but no one else. And everybody is …"

"Like someone else?"

The heiress nodded.

"I was trying to remember what we have done on the shore."

"Yes, but nothing. You were just pissed of because you were arguing with Lord Roxton and…"

In that moment the door opened and Richard stepped in.

"Charlotte! Everyone is looking for you. John would like to open the ball with you and if I'm well informed a dance is promised to me too. Care to join us?"

"Thank you!" They bowed and the tree of them left the room.

After they returned to the ballroom, Roxton went with Charlotte on his arm to the middle of the dance floor and with the first dance, they opened the ball. Marguerite was asked by Richard, whose questions she had to answer suitable lies in order to avoid the attention. Luckily she gave the second dance to Roxton, just like the third and fourth ones and after that she stopped counting. She found out happily that Lord Roxton no matter what will always be the most wonderful and charming dance partner she's ever known. But there was something she missed. His reactions were not the same. He was calmer and less living. It wasn't her Roxton.

"And what about the game hunting, Lord Roxton? " She asked sipping her champagne.

"Hunting? In my opinion it's a barbaric sport. It's only for reckless people."

Marguerite's drink went on the wrong way, and she suddenly started to cough. He was at her side in an eye blink to help.

"Are you all right, Miss Krux?"

"Oh, yes, thank you." She smiled reassuringly. "Nothing serious. I'm already better. Shall we dance?"

Yes. It surely wasn't her Roxton. But she wanted him back, and in this she was more determined than ever.

to be continued...

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