Harriet sighed. She knew she had not gotten the hang of using the fan coyly or seductively, as it was intended to be used. At least no one could complain of her gown. It was a very attractive one of turquoise muslin trimmed with white flounces and ribbon. Felicity had selected it.
The curtain parted at the entrance to the box and two handsome young men in immaculate evening dress entered.
"The Adonis Twins have arrived," Harriet murmured to Felicity.
"So I see." Felicity smiled, thoroughly enjoying her role as a diamond of the first water.
The two young men Harriet had nicknamed the Adonis Twins were not related at all, but they were of the same height and coloring, favored the same tailor, and paid attention to the same women. They were currently worshiping at Felicity's feet.
The Twins politely greeted Adelaide and Effie, and then they turned eagerly to Felicity.
Felicity promptly dazzled them both with a smile. "Good evening, gentlemen. How nice to see you both here tonight. You are acquainted with my sister, the new Viscountess St. Justin?"
"A pleasure to see you back in Town, madam," the first Adonis said with a graceful bow. His eyes were filled with brief speculation.
"A pleasure. Congratulations on your recent marriage." The second Adonis imitated the other's courtly bow and then both men turned their attention back to Felicity.
At the rear of the box Adelaide and Effie chatted with an aging dowager dressed in black. Harriet overheard the woman remark to Effie that the entire family must be greatly relieved the marriage had actually taken place.
"We are, of course, delighted with the alliance," Effie said serenely, and then added, lying through her teeth, "We were disappointed, naturally, that the young people could not wait for a formal wedding. But love must have its way, eh?"
"Someone had his way, all right," the dowager muttered. "And if you ask me, it was St. Justin."
Well aware that she was the subject of several curious glances from the other boxes, Harriet leaned over the railing to watch a fight that had broken out down below in the pits. She was unaware of the latest visitor to the box until she heard a familiar masculine voice greeting Adelaide and Effie.
"Oh, good evening, Mr. Morland," Effie said brightly. "So nice to see you tonight."
"I have come to pay my respects to the new Viscountess St. Justin," Bryce said.
"But of course," Effie said.
Harriet turned around in her seat and saw Bryce standing over her. His golden hair gleamed in the lights and his smile was laced with charm. She recalled Gideon's warning.He is not the angel he appears to be.
"Good evening, Mr. Morland." Harriet smiled politely.
"Madam." Bryce seated himself on the velvet-covered chair beside her. He lowered his voice as he gazed into her eyes. "You are looking very lovely tonight."
"Thank you, sir."
"I learned only this morning that you were back in Town," Bryce said. "And that you were married."
Harriet inclined her head. Most people at least offered a token wish of congratulations. "Yes."
"The rumors surrounding your sudden departure from Town a few days ago were most alarming."
"Were they?" Harriet shrugged. "I was not alarmed by any of the events I cannot imagine why anyone else was."
"Some of us feared for your safety," Bryce said softly.
"Nonsense. I was never for one moment in any danger. I cannot imagine where anyone got such a notion."
Bryce smiled sadly. "Those of us who were concerned for you felt we had reason to fear when we learned that St. Justin had followed you and your friends."
"Well, now you know that there was nothing at all to be concerned about," Harriet said firmly.
"You are a very brave lady, madam. " Bryce bowed his head in tribute. "You have my utmost admiration."
Harriet glared at him. "What on earth are you talking about?"