Page 90 of When She Was a Governess
Edward stood immediately and bowed. “Lady Montrose. It’s an honor to finally meet you. I apologize for calling unannounced.”
“Not at all,” Sophia said, offering a slight curtsy. “You’re very welcome here, Lord Pemberton. I’m delighted to meet you.”
“Please, call me Edward. We’re family now, after all.” He smiled, and Henry saw some of the warmth that had been robbed from his brother’s eyes appear. “Facing the devil herself.”
“That’s what he calls Mother,” Henry said.
Sophia’s lips twitched. “I dare say it is not inaccurate.” She glanced up at Edward. “Have you heard the rumors?”
“Yes, that’s part of the reason why I wanted to come by as soon as I could,” Edward said. “To pledge my support. My brother has told me the story of your union.”
Sophia’s eyes widened slightly, and Henry saw her composure waver for just a moment as she looked over at him. “All of it?”
“Yes, all of it,” Henry said.
“Do not be worried,” Edward said quickly. “I shall keep it to myself. Anyway, it hardly matters how it started, only that you are both happy. And Amelia is taken care of.”
“Oh, she’s the sweetest, prettiest child,” Sophia said. “You must come to stay with us soon. She would love to meet her Uncle Edward.”
Edward frowned. “I would love to say I’d visit soon, but I have this whole marriage mart to attend to. I must marry soon or my mother will wreak all kinds of revenge. However, I will be here to help. I know men of influence. This afternoon, I’ll send word to several friends. Men who trust my judgment.”
“What will you tell them?” Sophia asked.
“The truth. You’re a duke’s daughter. Your family’s name has been restored.” Edward glanced at Henry. “And my brother is happier than I’ve ever seen him. They’ll help spread that version of events.”
“That is so kind of you.” Sophia’s voice was thick with emotion.
“It is the least I can do” Edward said.
Sophia’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Edward. Truly.”
“Now then,” Edward said, his tone brightening. “Tell me more about Amelia.”
“Oh, she’s wonderful.” Sophia’s whole face lit up. “Clever and funny and so full of life. She makes Henry and me laugh every day.”
“Is it true that she looks like Rebecca?” Edward asked.
“Very much so,” Henry said. “So much so that it kept me from her. It was hard, at first, to see her…looking so much like Rebecca.”
“I understand,” Edward said, glancing over at Sophia. “We adored our little sister. Losing her left a deep hole in my heart. However, it gives me great peace to know her little daughter is so well loved.”
“I do love her very much,” Sophia said. “The thought of leaving her was like imagining an amputation of some kind.”
“Thankfully, you did not have to leave her,” Edward said. “Now, tell me about your brothers. Are they here in town?”
“Yes, they’re here with their wives,” Sophia said. “If you would like to meet them, we’re all dining at Sebastian’s townhouse tomorrow evening. Would you like to join us?”
“I’d be honored.” Edward’s smile was genuine now, reaching his eyes. “Perhaps one of them can give me advice about finding a wife that won’t look at me the way Mother looks at Father.”
“Goodness, I do hope so,” Sophia said. “You must have an open heart and clear sight. She is out there, probably worried she’ll never find the man who will make her heart sing.”
“I do hope you’re correct,” Edward said. “My greatest fear is to have a marriage like our parents.”
“You mustn’t succumb to pressure,” Henry said. “Waiting to find the right woman—one you love—is worth the wait.”
“It’s settled,” Sophia said warmly. “Tomorrow evening you will dine with us. I’ll send word to Sebastian that there will be one more. He’ll be pleased to meet you properly.”
“As will I.” Edward stood, preparing to take his leave. “I should go. I’m sure you both have a busy day ahead.”
