Wishing For Rainbows (Historical Romance) by Rebecca King Read Free Book Online

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    Ursula glanced up at him. “I should like that,” she replied, a little curious to know why someone like Trenton should want to speak with her. Now was not the time to ask though. Adelaide had that determined look in her eye that warned Ursula she had made a decision about something and wasn’t about to thwarted.
    Aware that Mrs Sinnerton was fast approaching, both Ursula and Adelaide took their leave of Trenton and headed home.
    Trenton watched them go for a few minutes then wheeled his horse around and left the park.
     
    If either the ladies, or Trenton, had taken a moment to glance toward the trees close to where they had been standing, they would have seen a single, dark shadow separate from the trees. The watcher studied Trenton’s retreating back for a moment before they followed the ladies.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    The following evening, Ursula sat in the carriage and watched the lights of London roll past. A ripple of unease swept down her spine as she studied the impenetrable fog that hauntingly smothered the sights and sounds of London. She glanced across the carriage, grateful that her aunt was with her. Although the small, single light within the carriage brought some small measure of comfort, it also added to the haunting glow that turned the atmosphere within almost sinister. She shivered and drew her shawl tighter around her shoulders.
    “Where are we going again?” Ursula asked with a frown as she turned her thoughts toward the dreaded forthcoming ball. She wanted to hold her head in her hands in despair of the constant whirl of social engagements that had deluged them practically every day. Although she had never said as much to Adelaide, she rather suspected that she was invited to many of the activities so she could fill the seats. The hosts could then check out the competition the debutants faced before the season went into full swing. She was positive that if she had come to London at any other time of year, people wouldn’t be half so accommodating toward an untitled country girl from Yorkshire.
    “The Andover’s ball,” Adelaide replied absently.
    Ursula tried to remember who the Andovers were, but her memory failed her. One ball was very much like another as far as she was concerned, and it was impossible to remember everyone’s names and faces. She wished that the month was nearly over because she yearned for just one evening with her feet up in front of the fire.
    Thinking about the fireplace in her bedroom drew her thoughts toward the new arrangement of flowers sitting on the table beside her bed at Adelaide’s house. One new arrangement of posies had arrived each day for the past week, still with no name attached and still just as mysterious as they had been from the beginning.
    “Who do you think it is?”
    “What is, dear?” Adelaide asked somewhat confused.
    “Who do you think keeps sending me the flowers?”
    “Well, it is obvious, isn’t it?”
    Ursula frowned at that. “Is it?”
    “It has to be Trenton, doesn’t it?”
    Ursula stared at her. “What makes you think that?”
    “He has known you since he was a young boy. Isn’t it a little unusual that you come to London and well, surprise, surprise, he is here at the same time?”
    “The season is due to begin soon though. Surely that is a good enough reason for him to be in London,” Ursula replied. She couldn’t believe that Trenton would do such a thing. “I know I have said this before but I have been living right next door for years and he hasn’t bothered before. Why should he do so now?”
    “Ah, but he is not married yet, is he?”
    “He is as good as,” Ursula chided. “I cannot see that any fiancé would be at ease with her future husband sending another woman flowers. Can you?”
    For once, Adelaide seemed to consider that for several moments, then conceded the point. “Well, who do you think they might be from then?”
    “Brampton?” Ursula asked. Her brows lifted as she waited.
    “I hope