WIP Wednesday

Once a month, I will share a piece of my current Work in Progress, and I arbitrarily decided that it will be the third Wednesday of every month. Because logic is over rated.

This is a scene from the Regency Romance I’m currently revising, tentatively titled As He Likes It. The scene takes place at a ball where our heroine, Angelique (Angel) have just met the two youngest sisters of our hero (Nathaniel, the Marquess of Pensington), and is now meeting the older sister.

It’s unedited as I’m in the middle of revisions.

“Lady Jessica Howerty,” Mrs. Grey introduced the newcomer. “Miss Angelique Grafton.”

They both curtsied, and Lady Jessica looked nearly as uncomfortable as Angel felt. Fortunately, there were two impertinent young girls present to break the ice.

“You can call her Jessica since you’re calling us Miranda and Nick,” Nick offered helpfully.

“On such friendly footing, already?” Jessica asked her sister with an amused smile.

“Yes, of course. After all, she’s going to be my sister in law.”

Jessica’s head turned quickly towards Angel. “You’re marrying my brother? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Angel could feel her cheeks flush for the second time that evening. The image of the Marquess as he’d been lying in her bed the previous day flashed through her mind, causing her blush to deepen.

“I am not marrying your brother,” she said quickly, maybe a little bit too quickly. “I only met him yesterday.”

“Oh. I beg your pardon,” Jessica looked slightly confused. “But then why…?”

“I’m marrying James!” Nick offered, and then added glumly. “I can’t believe you forgot already.”

Jessica started laughing, it was a compelling laugh, full throated and without false affection, and it made the corners of Angel’s mouth start to twitch as well. Soon they were all laughing, causing several of the other people in the room to give them odd glances.

“I’m very glad to meet you, Miss Grafton,” Jessica said as they stopped laughing. “We’ve always been very curious about James’s sister.”

“Oh, please call me Angel.”

“I’m Jessica.”

They smiled at each other and Angel felt that she might have found a kindred spirit. Perhaps even a friend.


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