Page 103 of The Curious Life of the Unfortunate Duchess
“Fate works in mysterious ways, my dear,” Mary continued, beaming secretively. “Sometimes, terrible matters must occur before one can see the reality around them. I wonder if Leonard would have ever truly known how much he adored you if you had not been snatched so abruptly away from him.”
Elizabeth frowned at the question. It troubled her to think that perhaps Leonard would not have cared for her if such a dire situation had not arisen.
“Do not misunderstand me, child,” Mary continued quickly, sensing the displeased look in Elizabeth’s eyes. “I have no doubt that Leonard would have pursued you to the end of his days but I do not think he realized the intensity of his love for you until the moment you went missing.”
“I agree, Your Grace. What happened with my father was tragic but it did bring us all much closer together.”
“You are full of wits, Elizabeth. You will make a good duchess. Be certain you use your mind for something other than the tedious galas and dinners that are endlessly expected of you.”
“Indeed, Your Grace. I have several charitable causes in mind.”
Elizabeth had already begun working on raising funds for the people of Wakefield, inspired by the kindly Rachel Cutler.
Mary’s smile grew so wide, Elizabeth feared her mother-in-law’s face would crack.
“You have a good heart. You will make a good mother, also.”
A spark of heat started at Elizabeth’s neck and moved toward her throat.
“In due time,” Elizabeth replied softly.
“When fate speaks,” Mary agreed and Elizabeth was decidedly uncomfortable by the conversation. She knew the dowager was drunk so did not stop her but gratefully, Catherine appeared.
“Mother, are you monopolizing the bride?” Catherine asked, appearing at their side.
“It appears I am,” Mary laughed. “Forgive me, Elizabeth. I must retire for the night. I daresay I have had one cup too many this evening.”
“I am heartened that you celebrated with us, Your Grace.”
“Perhaps you will call me ‘Mother’ one day,” Mary sighed but she did not allow Elizabeth to respond before shuffling away.
“My word!” Catherine breathed. “Mother asked you to call her ‘Mother’! You wait until Leonard hears of this!”
“Hears of what?” the Duke asked.
Elizabeth’s head was beginning to spin from all the commotion and excitement but she was not overwhelmed. If anything, she was at peace. Everyone she loved was in one spot, celebrating with the utmost joy in their hearts. Elizabeth wanted for nothing although the lingering image of her father still lurked in the shadows.
Perhaps, one day I will learn to forgive him for what he has done,she thought, a slight guilt tickling her gut. She knew she should not think ill of the dead but the betrayal had been too much and had nearly cost her life.
“Off with you, Leo. I must speak with my sister without male ears spying.”
Leonard frowned.
“I had rather hoped to take my bride on her honeymoon.”
“It can wait but five minutes,” Catherine insisted. Leonard looked at Elizabeth hopefully but she could only shake her head.
“I am afraid my sister must prevail in this matter, darling.”
“Why must you always say that?” Leonard grumbled but Elizabeth knew he only jested. He was pleased that Catherine appeared to be letting go of the gloom which had gripped her.
“I have a suitor,” Catherine whispered as soon as her brother was out of earshot. “I cannot keep it secret anymore!”
“Have you?” Elizabeth was inordinately pleased by the information. “Who is he? Do I know him?”
Catherine nodded.
“You do and you may not approve but…”
