《Ambushed by Love》


 Prologue

    The stern waves crashed against the ship''s wooden hull, their strength matched by Addy''s fierce will to protect not only herself, but also her friends and fellow passengers on board. Her emerald eyes were locked on the two bloodthirsty pirates, their cutlasses glinting malevolently.


    Gripping her sword with deceptive elegance, Addy''s impassioned spirit took the more experienced pirates by surprise. The younger of the two pirates presented a perturbed smirk, eager to cow the tomboy aristocrat before his battle-mate. Slashing through the air, they advanced.


    "Miss, let''s end this at once for all our sakes," the older pirate drawled in a low, gravelly tone. "You cannot win against us."


    Addy''s emerald eyes blazed with defiance as she met the pirates'' blood thirsty gazes head-on. Her voice rang out with a newfound steeliness that belied her petite frame. "I am not some dainty debutante to be intimidated by a pair of hoodlums," she retorted, her words carrying a weight that surprised even herself. "Your blades may be reckless tools for attack, but I wield a weapon of conviction." While she spoke, the more youthful buccaneer, displaying an unjustified confidence, unleashed a rapid succession of elegant sword strokes around her. As the wind bellowed amidst the stormy sky, Addy moved forward. The scene seemed to freeze as they twirled, interspersed grunts filling the air.


    Breaking their attack, she deflected their assault, parring a blow as they all thundered towards each other. The force collided, and Addy''s defiance ignited her resolve, holding her fast against the onslaught.


    "Ha! Think you can best us, lass?" the second pirate sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.


    "You clearly don''t know a Hastings when you see one," Addy retorted, her sword deflecting a blow with finesse.


    The deck became a whirlwind of motion as Addy''s precise movements kept her from the swing of their blades. Managing her skirts and sidestepping crates, she jumped over a barrel in her evasion. Throwing a bottle in the face of one pirate to distract him, she lunged at his partner, pushing him backwards until he tripped and landed on his rear. The first thought to use this situation to sneak behind her, but was no match for her speed and accuracy. Her adversaries struggled to keep up, their own blades clashing clumsily against hers.


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    "Is this your best?" Addy taunted the men. "I do believe my seamstress wields a finer blade with her shears!" She laughed mockingly at their tangible anger.


    The first pirate lunged at her with renewed vigor, but Addy expertly parried his attack, swiftly disarming him with a precise counterstrike. His sword clattered to the ground, leaving him defenseless and stunned.


    Seizing the opportunity, the second pirate tried to retreat, but Addy was relentless. With a series of agile moves, she cornered him, her blade poised and ready for the final strike.


    "Not so fast," she called out, her voice filled with triumphant resolve.She flashed a victorious grin, reveling in her prowess and success. Her grip tightened on the handle, her arm tensed in preparation of the final strike.


    "Addy?"


    The voice carrying through the door caused the trio to halt all movement. The deck of her ship faded away, leaving them in the family sitting room with a floor full of papers and overturned furniture. The once comfortable and inviting space had been mutilated.


    The twins exchanged knowing looks, their gap-toothed grins growing wider as they saw the look of surprise on Addy''s face.


    "Caught red-handed, Miss Pirate," Willy teased.


    "Ned is going to have a lot to say about this," Georgie added with a flashing dimple.


    "If I''m caught, then you pair are caught as well," she said as she dashed to inspect her appearance in the mirror over the mantle, leaping over a stack of fallen pillows in her haste.


    "But we aren''t supposed to be ladylike," Georgie pointed out with an exaggerated wave towards himself and his brother.


    "You''re supposed to be setting a good example, remember?" Willy added with a mock-patronizing eyebrow raised.


    Addy leveled a flat stare at the duo. "Clean up this mess before Ned finds out," she instructed, pointing to the scattered flowers and writing utensils. Addy quickly tidied her hair and ran to leave, hoping to keep Ned from entering the room. As she shut the door, she winked at the boys. "Next time let''s use the stables!"

 Chapter 1

    With the Season quickly approaching, all of England aristocracy prepared for the annual sojourn to town. Hastings Manor was no different this evening as the entire family gathered one final time before decamping to their London residence. The dining room seemed to brim with chaotic energy this evening as peals of laughter echoed amidst the clinking of utensils .


    While Addy had inherited her mother''s pale blonde hair, all of her brothers had taken after their father and possessed deep golden locks. Her eldest 3 brothers had been dubbed The Hastings Lions by the ton for their stature and unmistakable hair color. The youngest Hastings, twins George and William, had been a surprise, born 14 years after their sister. Both sported the same hair as the eldest brothers and showed the beginnings of their future height, promising to join the ranks of Lion one day. As she sat amongst her family, it reminded her how she had always felt a bit colorless in comparison.


    At the head of the table, Lord Edward made no attempt to maintain an air of decorum, freely laughing and jesting with his brood. Beside him, Lady Florence pursed her lips disapprovingly at the raucous avalanche of jokes and sibling needling ricocheting across the room.


    "Willy, Georgie - mind your manners! You''re like uncivilized heathens tonight," the dour aunt chided, her eyes narrowed at the tousled and giggling 7-year-olds.


    Willy responded by sticking out his tongue before his older brother Ned cuffed him upside the head. "Have some respect for your elders, you little terror."


    "Aye, you were just as ill-behaved at their age though, my dear brother," Michael laughed, spearing a forkful of beef. His hazelnut eyes twinkled with mirth. "If I recall, you once filled Father''s hunting boots with tur¡ª"


    "That''ll be quite enough of that!" Ned barked gruffly, his ears burning crimson as the table exploded into fresh howls. "And if I recall correctly, that escapade was entirely of your design." Michael simply smiled over the rim of his glass as answer.


    "Was it not also Michael''s plot to liberate a few of Father''s cigars?" Reggie put a finger to his chin as if in thought. Although only a neighbor, the Wycliffs had been friends of the Hastings for generations. Being the youngest of his own prim and proper family, Reginald had found comfort in the chaos of the Hastings home. For many years his auburn curls could be spotted mixed in with a collection of honey-colored adolescents, partaking in their misadventures. After a lifetime of romping with the pack, he was equally expected at a family gathering.


    Thomas ''s face contorted at the memory. "We were sick for two full days. I don''t think I''ve been so violently ill, before or since."


    Michael rolled his eyes in dismissal as he cut a bite of fish. "No one instructed you to try smoking the entire thing in one breath." Suddenly grinning, he pointed his knife across from himself. "Do you recall when Tommy bested Sergeant Wilkins after he came sniffing around the kitchen staff?"


    Thomas shrugged, a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips. "The old dog had it coming, and I stood up for our staff''s honor as any good man should."


    Addy rolled her eyes remembering the event. "Oh, I''m certain. And I''m also quite certain your wounded pride at being called ''whelp'' had nothing to do with that asinine brawl."


    Lord Edward shook his head with a bemuse smile. All these years later, he was still in disbelief his 17-year-old son bested a grown man and sergeant in a round of fisticuffs.


    "That pales in comparison to your brush with the fine arts," Reggie taunted a now-scowling Michael.


    "Who could forget your ''actor phase'', you git?" Thomas reached across to ruffle Michael''s hair with a snicker. "Prancing about the grounds in a decimated bed-sheet, singing and-"


    "Music is an art!" Michael protested with a laugh. "Though I suppose things did get a bit carried away when the Wakefield Troupe came through..."


    "Best damned woodland nymph I ever saw," Ned offered with a smirk and raised glass.


    "Oh God, do you remember when Ned fell into the lake trying to catch Mary Weston''s eye?" Thomas guffawed, slapping the table as Ned''s face flushed crimson.


    Michael chimed in, eyes twinkling. "If memory serves, it was more of an undignified belly flop from the pier. He emerged looking like a drowned rat, breeches clinging to his¡ª"


    "That''s quite enough!" Ned barked, cheeks burning as the table dissolved into laughter.


    Reggie sat next to Addy holding his ribs, wheezing between breaths. "I''d forgotten that tale! Oh Ned, what a busy rumor mill you churned that summer¡­"


    From across the table, Addy grinned at the men. "Leave Ned be. He''s always been a bit of a stuffed doublet."


    "Oh, like you were a perfect angel," Thomas snorted derisively between gulps of wine. "As I remember, it was you who loosed a pig into the drawing room after father refused to allow you to wear trousers!"


    Addy threw her brother an impish shrug. "I had to find some way to enliven our dreadfully dull existence out here in the country. With all of you gone to school, I swear there were days time simply stood still."


    "I''m sure you lot will have plenty to keep you occupied once we return to London," Lord Edward spoke with a pointed look to his only daughter.


    The table grew momentarily silent as all eyes turned toward Addy. Holding her napkin under the table, she fidgeted under the sudden scrutiny. This would be her fourth Season, and everyone in the ton would be watching this year. She would no longer be a debutant at the end of this season, having progressed either to married woman or on-the-shelf spinster.


    An errant pea bouncing off her forehead broke the tension as Georgie and Willy erupted into uncontrollable laughter again.


    "Well aimed, boys!" Michael clapped the closest twin on the back.


    "Honestly, you lot are hopeless!" Lady Florence''s shrill tone cut through the din. "And Edward - must you always indulge their foolish antics? It''s no wonder Adelyn remains unmarried!" Scowling, she glared at her niece up and down disapprovingly. "Although with your disastrous prospects at finding a husband this late, perhaps tomfoolery is all you have left to explore."


    Addy felt her cheeks flush hotly, all her mirth evaporating under her aunt''s judgment. But before a retort could escape her, an unexpected ally rebutted. "Come now, Lady Thorn."


    All eyes turned in surprise toward Reggie. His warm eyes had narrowed in uncharacteristic flintiness as he leveled the older lady with a reproachful look.


    "Miss Addy is a jewel. If some boorish lordling cannot recognize her singular sparkle, then he is simply too much a fool to deserve even a passing glance."


    For a beat, no one dared disrupt the tense silence. Addy felt her heart flutter unexpectedly at Reggie''s impassioned compliment, even as a flush crept up her neck. Her own adult brothers avoided contradicting Aunt Florence, and she had certainly never expected a non-family member to confront the old crone.


    It was Lord Edward who finally harrumphed and raised his glass. "Well said, young master Wycliffe. We Hastings have always celebrated vibrancy and verve over the dreary doldrums of societal fawning." His look turning stern, he directed his comment towards his sister. "Addy''s prospects are a trifling matter when compared to her many accomplishments." Aunt Florence hmphed and averted her eyes, temporarily silenced.


    "Indeed!" Thomas boomed. "Those musty codgers have no sense for a true diamond!"


    Rowdy toasting and raucous "here here!"s chorused around the table.


    As laughter echoed and the festivities resumed around her, Addy found herself exchanging a warm smile with Reggie. Despite her aunt''s sourpussed disapproval and the marital battleground awaiting in the capital, she was bolstered by the knowledge that she would at least be entering the fray with a comrade.


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    Mere days from the Hastings family''s departure for London, Addy found herself descending the grand staircase one sunny morning to find a guest. She had heard murmurs of Lord Wallace Wellingham''s visit, but had assumed it was a mere courtesy call. The sight of him sitting in the family salon with her father, however, filled her with confusion. This was a space reserved for family and close friends, and as such was not commonly where Lord Edward would entertain a business acquaintance.


    The family salon had been meticulously decorated by Lady Sarah Hastings, and had been kept in tact since her death. The oil painting on the wall, a calming and picturesque rendition of Hastings Manor, had been commissioned by Lady Sarah and held a place of honor in the room. The warm tones of the settees and striped arm chairs paired with the relaxing creamy color of the walls and the lush Persian rug underfoot created a special oasis for the family.


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    Although he was not where she would have expected, Lord Wellingham was none the less an esteemed member of the ton and deserved civility. He had always been indulgent with herself and her brothers, often stopping by to experience the insanity of her home with a patient word or gesture. His genial disposition more than compensated for his slightly outdated fashion and bristling beard. She''d always had the impression of him as a doting grandfather figure. If anyone deserved a warm welcome, it was he.


    Adelyn approached the elderly man to receive him, stitching a polite smile in place. "Good morning, My Lord." She dipped into a shallow curtsey.


    Lord Wellingham''s eyes lit up as she joined them. "Ah, Miss Hastings! How delightful to see you this morning."


    "Lord Wellingham, it''s a pleasure to have you visit," she said with a practiced and pleasant tone.


    "Good morning, darling," Lord Edward touched her hand briefly in a small show of affection as she kissed his cheek. "Lord Wellingham and I were just discussing his thoroughbreds. I believe you two have much in common, Addy. Wallace here is an accomplished horse breeder, much like yourself."


    Addy smiled politely. "Yes, I recall. We''ve discussed your horseflesh before, I recall. Although, I would not classify myself as accomplished. Two foals in three years hardly constitutes as mastery," she laughed lightly.


    Lord Wallace chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Indeed, my dear. Seeing as we share such interest, perhaps we could arrange a visit to my stables sometime? I may be able to offer you some assistance or expertise with your own horses."


    Addy hesitated, glancing at her father. Lord Edward nodded encouragingly, and she found herself agreeing. "That would be lovely, Lord Wellingham."


    "We shall arrange something at a later time, then," Lord Wellingham settled his weight back into his armchair and turned his attention back to her father.


    As the conversation continued, Addy couldn''t help but feel uneasy. She couldn''t quite put her finger on it, but she sensed an unspoken weight to his offer.


    The sun moved across the sky as Lord Wellingham and Lord Hastings touched on many topics. Addy offered a thought here and there, and while the men did not seem displeased at her input, neither did they seek her opinion. After more than an hour had passed, Adelyn considered herself having completed her duty as hostess and moved to excuse herself.


    "Addy, won''t you please ring for some tea?" Her father tilted his head towards the chair she had vacated, indicating his desire for her to stay. Feeling the unease forming a ball in the center of her chest, she summoned for tea and resumed her seat.


    Adelyn displayed her poise pouring tea and dispersing pastries. Edward subtly moved a little further away from Wellingham and casually laid a napkin across one knee as a few crumbs launched his direction each time Wellingham spoke. He seemed to have a small problem with speaking and eating simultaneously. Addy would have found this mildly amusing if not for the sensation of more to come.


    Her suspicions were confirmed when, over tea, Lord Wellingham suddenly cleared his throat and looked directly at her. "Miss Hastings, I must confess that I have been admiring you from afar for some time now. You are a woman of great intelligence and beauty, and you have captured my admiration completely."


    Addy''s heart sank as she realized the true nature of his visit. It required every shred of self-control to keep her legs still rather than flee to the forest. Her panicked mind whirled, unable to sort her thoughts. Surely her father would not agree to this, her marrying a man of Lord Wellingham''s age. She looked to Edward for help, and felt the air leave the room.


    Her father held her gaze with his steady one, no waver in his resolve. He knew. He knew, and he approved. Tearing her eyes from her father she refocused on the challenge at hand.


    Lord Wellingham reached out to hold her hand carefully, clearly understanding this would be no simple matter. "My dear, I must confess my intentions plainly. At my age, one knows one''s mind and heart''s desires clearly. I wish to take your hand in marriage."


    Addy tried to maintain her composure, but her voice shook as she replied. "Lord Wellingham, I appreciate your kind words, surely you understand that we..." she trailed off, afraid to offend.


    Lord Wellingham chuckled softly. "Yes, yes, I am aware of our significant difference in years. But consider my suit objectively. I am a wealthy man with extensive lands and social standing. I could provide you with every comfort and indulgence, you would want for nothing." Addy tugged lightly at her hand, hoping to free it but failing. "We also share a few hobbies, yes? Horses surely, but I believe you''d told me you''ve ready quite a number of adventure novels, correct? I not only have a sizable library, but many of my own stories from my youth. We could find great contentment together, I believe, despite my aging."


    Addy nodded, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to extricate herself from the situation. She knew that her father would be thrilled at the prospect of her married and settled, but she couldn''t bear the thought of marrying a man she didn''t love. Especially if that man fell asleep randomly through the day and forgot he''d left him spectacles atop his head.


    Deciding manners could be excused in this moment, she forcefully pulled her hand from Wellingham''s and stood to leave.


    "I must apologize, my Lord, but I won''t be able to -"


    "Adelyn," her father cut her short, standing to face her. Taking her hands softly he said, "I''ve already accepted on your behalf."


    Addy''s heart stopped entirely, her mouth open in a most unladylike manner. "Papa, please...you cannot be serious? To accept such a proposal without my consent?" Was she merely an object to be given away?


    "I know this seems an immense shock, Adelyn. But you must see the practicality and security in Lord Wellingham''s proposal."


    Her eyes could not focus on her father''s face. Her ears sounded as if he were a mile away rather than a hand''s-breadth. "No, Papa. He is older than you are, yet you would have us wed? Have I no say in my own marriage? My own life? This is absurd, you cannot expect me to agree to this." She pulled away from her father, putting distance to collect herself.


    "Addy," he began softly, "there is nothing to agree to. It has been decided. Lord Wellingham can grant you comfort, position, everything a husband should provide."


    "There is more to a marriage than a title or lands!" she exclaimed.


    "Yes," Edward agreed, "there is. And I know, without hesitation, that you will be far happier to be a mother than to resign yourself to a childless and lonely life. I cannot allow you to make yourself so unhappy."


    "That should be my decision!" she fairly roared, uncaring if her guest should take exception.


    "I would agree with you, if this were not your fourth season. You may not forgive me, but I will make this decision for you."


    "Well then!" Lord Wellingham clapped his hands together. "Do not be distressed, my dear. I vow to be a most indulgent, devoted husband. With time, I believe a sincere spousal affection can bloom between us."


    Adelyn stood by the window of the family salon, hardly believing the situation she found herself. Her mother''s carefully selected wallpaper, her hand-stitched pillows, the delicate lace adorning the tables, all seemed a terrible joke. This room should have been a safe haven, had always been one, but was now constricting to the point of suffocation.


    "Am I really to believe I have no choice in this? Have you spoken with Ned?" Her voice could barely be hear, hardly a whisper.


    "While I trust your brother''s judgement in most things, I don''t expect objectivity from him on this matter. Your brothers do not yet know, but that will not change my decision." He stood resolute. She could not doubt his determination in this.


    Adelyn silently stared between the two men, anger and desperation raging inside her. A loud sound, almost like crashing waves, filled her ears from the inside. She felt as if she could burst from her skin from the emotions fighting to be free.


    Lord Wellingham cleared his throat. "Ahem, well now, I understand this has all been rather overwhelming for you, my dear. A transition of such magnitude can scarcely be fully comprehended in a mere moment." He took two cautious steps towards her and extended his hand. "Perhaps a compromise to ease your worries? We are neither of us lacking in years, after all. Time remains on our side for now."


    Addy looked at his offered hand without taking it. With no small amount of distrust, she met his gaze. "I am sorry, sir, but I cannot think of a single compromise that could correct this injustice."


    He smiled patronizingly at her, as if she were a disgruntled child. "I propose an extended courtship period before our engagement is announced. Consider it...a final season to satisfy your fancies, hm?"


    Before Addy could fully consider his suggestion, her father broke in. "An extended courtship? Whatever for? I''ve already accepted your pro-"


    Lord Wellingham held up a hand to stay his argument. "Please, my good man. Indulge an old romantic''s whimsy for once. What harm could there be in affording your daughter one last opportunity to indulge in youthful folly?"


    Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I suppose one last season to fully sate your curiosity would be acceptable."


    Wellingham beamed approvingly "Excellent, excellent. Then we shall consider this season yours to fully savor, Miss Adelyn. Provided no other...ahem...compelling proposals materialize, we shall announce our engagement at the closing ball."


    Her mind whirred, considering too many things all at once. "Beg pardon, but could you explain the terms?"


    His sharp eyes lit with appreciation for her intellect. He fully understood what she was asking. "We will await your completion of this season, and convene at that time. If you have not found a match by this time, you will agree to my suit. You have my vow as a gentleman to allow you that final indulgence, at least. Does this arrangement not demonstrate my willingness to prioritize your comforts, my dear?"


    Addy felt as though she had reached the surface of a large pool, able to take in breathe again. She looked to Wellingham, seeing naught but encouragement. Without sparing her father a glance, she agreed to his terms. "You are most generous with your conditions, my lord," she allowed softly. "I...shall endeavor to remain receptive of your courtship overtures."


    "Splendid, splendid. Then I eagerly await your favored impressions of an old man''s affections, to be judged anew each week!


    "In this instance, let us begin immediately," he said reaching into a coat pocket. "I did not arrive empty-handed to a proposal. I suppose these will not be an engagement gift, then, eh?" The velvet box was the size of a plate, an intimidating size for the recipient.


    Addy considered refusing out of turn, but decided to accept the box. She''d agreed to accept his suit, which would naturally include gifts. Addy''s eyes widened as she opened it. Nestled on a crimson lining was a breathtaking ruby parure - a necklace, bracelet, and regal yet tasteful earrings, all created with the deep crimson gemstones.


    "My lord...I cannot possibly..." she stammered, already envisioning the parure''s worth. It would be unfair to receive such a gift from a man she had no intention to wed.


    Wellingham tsked dismissively. "Nonsense, I insist you accept the set. An indulgent man''s simple appreciation for distinguished beauty." Winking to her as if they shared an alliance, he patted her hand before gathering his cane and making to depart. Before leaving, he briefly touched Adelyn''s fingers to his lips in respect. "Please accept these pieces with my abiding affection and reassurance that they are yours, regardless of what destiny has planned once this season has concluded."


    Blushing, Addy curtseyed deeply to him. "You are most kind and generous, Lord Wellingham. I shall cherish them always."


    Her father exited the salon with Wellingham to see him off, leaving with one last look over his shoulder. If Addy had been able to look at him as well, she would have seen the tumultuous storm of emotions flashing in his eyes.


    Adelyn stood rooted for several minutes. She knew she could only honor her agreement with Wellingham. He''d been so kind over the years to herself and her brothers, she could do no less.


    With that said, however, she felt her resolve harden. There would be an engagement at the end of this season, why not one of her choosing?

 Chapter 2

    The journey from their country estate to London for the start of the new social season was always an arduous transition for Addy. She gazed wistfully out the carriage window as the last verdant hills and dales shrank away, replaced by an increasingly urban landscape of industry and brick.


    She loved the picturesque solitude of their rural manor home, Hastings Manor. Out in the countryside, unencumbered by the suffocating expectations constantly weighing on her, Addy could simply exist. No strict etiquette governesses or prying eyes judging her every move. Just the boundless fields and woods where she had roamed freely as a girl, her spirit and imagination unleashed.


    But soon enough, all that remained were the smoky factory stacks and cramped streets of London''s outer sprawl. Addy felt that familiar compression of her world begin to tighten.


    George and William jostled each other for a position by the window, eager to take in the more industrial areas of London. Once they reached Mayfair, they would not be allowed outside of it until the season had concluded. This was a rare opportunity to view the other side of the social divide, and the twins were nothing if not curious.


    Addy stifled a laugh at their antics. While watching them was entirely entertaining, it would not do to encourage their wrestling.


    For the last senight she had avoided her father. They had not held one genuine conversation since the day of Lord Wellingham''s visit. But now, watching the impish pair they both held so dear, they were able to share a companionable look. Addy hoped this boded well for the next several months.


    The oldest Hastings offspring had decamped for London several days ago. Adelyn had not told them of the offer or the arrangement from Lord Wellingham, still uncertain if she should share this. If her brothers knew what was happening, they would be furious and wreak a havoc on either Lord Wellington or her father. They might even try to pressure some poor aristocratic son into marrying her in order to save her from an aged groom, regardless of suitability. The possibilities of their well-intentioned but misguided schemes were endless.


    Or, perhaps even worse, they would be uninterested and ignore her plight.


    For these same reasons, she also struggled with the urge to inform Reggie, who had returned to London earlier as well. She was desperate for a confidant, someone she could be sure would keep the information to themselves but provide some sort of advice or, at the minimum, a sympathetic ear. She felt so adrift to be the only with such a heavy secret to carry. The anxiety had settled in her stomach, weighing her down with each step.


    Addy nestled further into her seat and returned to watching the twins, enjoying their enthusiasm while she could. Once they reached the townhome she would be too busy preparing her battle strategies to spend as much time with them as they were accustomed. And with her father insisting Lord Wellingham escort her to the first ball of the season, she had much to prepare.


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    Aunt Florence pushed her lips together in a disapproving line as she watched her niece descend the staircase wearing a velvet gown in a deep plum color. Although Addy was much older than most of the other ladies participating in the Season, it was still unbecoming for a debutant to wear rich colors, traditionally decking themselves in white or pastels. And such visible energy and enthusiasm! Appalling behavior for a lady, it was truly embarrassing. And her escort, Lord Wellingham, was no better.


    "Must you insist on smiling so idiotically?" Florence chided, sending a withering glance where he stood beaming, awaiting Addy at the foot of the stairs.


    "Peace, Lady Florence," Wellingham chuckled indulgently. "Surely you would not deprive me of the pleasure of enjoying my intended''s blossoming radiance?" One of the few boons that came with age, it seemed, was the impenetrable calm. Aunt Florence had yet to ruffle his feathers even once. Addy had greatly admired his ability to stand firm in her storms.


    "Good evening, my lord," Addy greeted with a tight smile. He brought Addy''s gloved knuckles to his lips with a flamboyant air. Florence snorted derisively and rapped her palm with her fan.


    "Good evening, my dear. You are simply radiant this evening." He pulled her hand through his arm to escort her to the carriage.


    "And you are simply splendid, as well, my lord," Addy returned. While his buttons might be straining the strangely green waistcoat, he was clearly polished for the evening in his finest and fairly exuded excited. Addy almost felt bad for her intentions this evening.


    Aunt Florence turned away sharply, dark gray skirts swirling as she swept out the front door in a self-righteous huff. Addy allowed Wellingham to escort her out the door after her stuffy chaperone, holding his arm with a mildly entertained but commiserating look. Lord Wellingham assisted Aunt Florence then Adelyn into the carriage and within moments they were on their way.


    Horse hooves clipped along the cobbled streets as vendors and merchants made their way home, the night taking over the city. As Addy was less than inclined to create conversation, silence filled their cabin. Apart from the soft snores coming from Wellington''s seat, that is. She would not go so far as to call it an amiable ride, but a non-threatening one perhaps.


    The first ball of the year was always held by the Doncaster family. The Doncaster residence was an imposing Palladian mansion situated on one of London''s most enviable addresses - Grosvenor Square. Immense wrought-iron gates bearing the family crest guarded the grounds. Towering marble statues gazed blindly from velvet lawns bordered by sculpted shrubbery and pathways. The facade of the palace itself was an arresting blend of warm bronze stone and crisp white columns, every window adorned with ornate carvings and would undoubtedly be shimmering with the glow of countless candles this evening. The entry hall alone boasted a marble floor and slender pillars, with multiple classic masterpieces hung between. But it was their ballroom which demanded the ton''s attention. A one-of-a-kind room, singular in the construction. You see, the Doncasters were in possession of the only glass-topped ballroom in England.


    The ballroom was a vision of enchantment, its ceiling a marvel of sparkling glass that seemed to kiss the heavens. By day, sunbeams danced through the intricate panes, casting prismatic rainbows that twirled across the polished floor. The intricate glasswork was held aloft by ornate ironwork, each detailed curve a testament to the master craftsmanship. As evening fell, the glass transformed into a canvas of stars, the night sky''s twinkling ocean visible from the heart of the room. It was here that Addy intended to move the hand of fate for herself.


    Suddenly the carriage lurched as it stopped short, throwing Lord Wellingham into the floor. Both women struggled to regain their balance, the world spinning from a cacophony of noise. A horse cried at the front of their carriage, the coachman struggling to control the beast. Men shouted, arguing and cursing each other. The cabin rocked as the driver moved about the top of the conveyance. Aunt Florence appeared close to fainting, her face paling and her breathe coming in quick pants. Addy struggled to help Lord Wellington from his sprawl on the floor. He''d been returned to his seat a short moment before the door was wrenched open from the outside.


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    The pistol leveled in their direction was anything but jovial, but Addy felt an almost gleeful theatricality radiating from the cloaked highwayman.


    "Your valuables and coin purses!" he called out in a baritone dripping with delicious menace. "And be quick about it, your lotteries are up!"


    Addy saw the dim outline of Lord Wellingham tense as the barrel aimed squarely through the carriage door. But before either could react, Lady Florence issued an outraged bark.


    "I say, fellows! This is Mayfair, not some low dockside alley!"


    The highwayman cocked his head as if relishing the dowager''s imperious spirit, the cloth covering the bottom of his face doing nothing to hide the shine in his eyes. When he spoke again, Addy could have sworn she detected an undercurrent of playfulness amid the jeering bravado.


    "All the more reason to be quick about it, my lady." His voice carried a crispness that was unexpected from a lower class. "Hand over your coin and jewels, and we will desist bothering you this evening . I would greatly appreciate your cooperation, madam. It is always so¡­messy¡­ to convince my victims." He held the gun nonchalantly as he held her gaze. His implication was clear, as evidenced by the older woman''s unexpected slump against the far wall. "Well, that will save us the trouble of arguing, will it not?"


    He turned to face the younger of the ladies. In a situation such as this, the ladies would be expected to panic, possibly screaming or crying. Addy held his gaze, those dark eyes somehow preventing her from looking away. He appeared held by the same pull as she, unwavering despite the predicament.


    "Here, take my purse!" Lord Wellington angrily cut in. The highwayman turned to the portly lord with his wit returned.


    "Lovely! What a gentleman and scholar! Good show, old man," the rogue taunted as he pocketed the small satchel.


    Having fleeced Wellingham, he returned his attention to Addy. "I believe it is your turn, my lady. I must say, those are rather impressive stones you wear tonight."


    Adelyn''s father had insisted she wear the rubies given to her by Wellingham. While their agreement was to remain a secret from the ton, she was sure he intended she not forget her promise. Each dance, each conversation, each interaction would be tainted with the weight of her earrings swinging or a glimpse of the bracelet catching the light.


    Addy touched the necklace in reflex, unintentionally drawing attention to her long neck. The burglar''s gaze lingered more than a moment near her hand. A weighted tension hung between them. For several moments, the only sounds were the huffing breaths of the winded horses and the distant murmurs of London''s evening rituals continuing on, utterly oblivious.


    Her robber tilted his head slightly, considering a thought. "Truly, jewels so splendid are a perfect accompaniment for such a beautiful vision. It breaks my heart to deprive them of yourself. "


    The shamelessly sensual timbre of his voice caressed every syllable. Addy felt an unmistakable blush storming her cheeks, against her better sense.


    Addy could see Wellington sitting forward, she assumed to confront their attacker. The indignant set of his shoulders spoke of his intentions. Before she could react, make a movement to prevent an irreparable mistake, the thief moved his pistol to hold him at bay without breaking his study of her. While she felt the threat of the situation, felt the fear and desperation expected, there was another sensation creeping in.


    Adelyn knew the evening had become perilous, but could not stop the thrill and eagerness pushing to the fore. A man held a gun to her party, why should she revel in this moment? However, each time she looked into his eyes, his irrepressible spirit spoke to hers, drawing her further into the madness.


    "You would rob me of my finery, sir?" She ran the tip of her finger along the necklace, feeling the rush of defying her self-preservation instinct. Her pulse quickened, the feathery beat visible along her throat.


    Chuckling lowly, he answered. "Indeed I would, though perhaps we could strike a bargain instead." He leaned in conspiratorially, whispering too low for the older Lord Wellingham to hear. "I''ll leave the necklace for now, if the lady permits me a kiss."


    Adelyn''s eyes widened in surprise, shocked at her own excitement from the scandalous offer. His words sent a tingle down her spine, her shiver causing his eyes to darken.


    "Well, my lady?" his voice rumbled. "Do we have an accord?"


    There was no reason for Addy to be protective of the necklace. Indeed, being rid of it would relieve her of a burden. Lord Wellingham would hold no resentment, and her father could hardly be angry at her for being robbed. She should just place the necklace in his hand and end this.


    But, while she knew what she should do, it did not align with what she desired to do. Adelyn desired to live freely, ignoring the rules and convention. To wildly give in to impulse and scandalize the world, especially her father. Propriety had smothered her for years, slowly draining the life from her. Could this be a chance to reignite that flame? To give in to impulse and intrigue, even if only for one night?


    Adelyn was too old to be so short-sighted. Kissing a highwayman would be the ruin of her, and mostly likely her family.


    "Come now, my lady. We haven''t much time." He leaned in further, his words felt on her skin. Addy met his burning eyes, coming to her decision.


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    The Doncaster''s annual ball was meant to be the premier event of the season, but as the evening wore on, Lady Doncaster''s perfectly coiffed curls seemed to droop in dejection.


    Lord Doncaster had spared no expense, from the elaborate floral arrangements to the sumptuous food and string quartet. Yet something was dreadfully amiss. The guests milled about awkwardly, the conversation stifled to polite murmurs. Even the dancing seemed to lack its usual vivacious spirit.


    "This is an utter failure, Theodore," Lady Doncaster hissed to her husband. "The Wilmonts are already preparing to take their leave. At this rate, we''ll be the laughingstock of the ton!"


    Lord Doncaster grimaced, mentally reviewing the potential causes. The champagne supplier had mixed up their order, leaving them with an unremarkable vintage. The famous opera singer hired to perform had fallen terribly ill. And the new French chef had clearly been a grievous mistake, if the barely touched platters were any indication.


    While he himself did not care for the fickle jabs of the ton and would not even notice should they disparage his Lordship, his wife was different. Lady Doncaster lived for the accolades of her fellow noble ladies, and took great pride in her events. Lord Doncaster cast about the room for a solution, wishing to save his wife''s reputation as hostess and secure her happiness for the season. Although they had not married for love, it had crept in slowly after they began their life together. Now he wished for nothing more than her happiness.


    Just then, a great commotion erupted from the entry hall. Raised voices and gasps of scandalized shock filtered into the ballroom. Lord and Lady Doncaster exchanged a bewildered glance before hurrying to investigate.


    The sight that greeted them was one of utter chaos. A wild-eyed Lady Florence clutched at her heaving bosom, face blotched from evident hysteria. Lord Wellingham bore a curiously resolved expression, though his cravat was quite askew.


    And Miss Adelyn Hastings...well, the young lady''s bright eyes and flushed cheeks quite stole one''s breath away, despite her state of charming disarray.


    "Robbery!" Lady Florence wailed. "Highwaymen descended upon us on the road from Mayfair! I don''t know how we shall ever recover from this travesty! "


    Lady Doncaster''s eyes brightened with unrepentant glee. This was precisely the delicious scandal to enliven her dreadful affair!


    "Come, come," she cooed, ushering them inside. "You''re among family now. Do tell us everything!"


    The gaggle of flustered arrivals allowed Lady Doncaster to usher them to the staff waiting to take their coats,. As the story of their harrowing highway robbery began to circulate in hushed tones, Lady Doncaster couldn''t suppress a satisfied smile. Her party had just received the jolt of scandal it so desperately needed, and they had not even made it to the ballroom.


    When Adelyn slipped off her cloak, a sparkle of light caught Lady Doncaster''s eye. There, nestled against the swell of Adelyn''s bodice, rested an exquisite ruby necklace.


    "Why, Miss Hastings!" Lady Doncaster exclaimed, "That necklace is an absolute vision, however did you manage to keep it from the thieves'' clutches?"


    A becoming flush stole across Adelyn''s cheeks and down her neck as all eyes turned her way. She subconsciously reached up to toy with the jeweled strand, suddenly finding herself quite flustered.


    "I...that is..." She cleared her throat delicately. "He must not have seen it properly in the dark, I suppose."


    Her gaze skittered away, not meeting the questioning looks. An awkward titter rippled through the cluster of partygoers - a young lady''s modesty being so scandalized in such uncivilized circumstances.


    Ever the gracious hostess, Lady Doncaster gave a indulgent tut. "Well, you''re among civility once more. Why don''t we get you all freshened up, hmm? I''m sure you''re in desperate need of a reviving drink after such an ordeal."


    Sweeping them along, Lady Doncaster couldn''t resist throwing a sly wink towards her husband. Thanks to this unnamed thief and Miss Hastings'' rubies, this night had now become the most deliciously intriguing event to open the Season.