When You Wish Upon a Duke by Charis Michaels

Chapter Twenty-Six

Dear Georgiana,

Can I beg a favor, Mummy? I’ve a gown in my bedroom that I need sent up to Syon Hall. The groom bearing this letter will wait for you to fetch it and return with it. It’s the emerald-green silk with moss-colored trim; you’ll find it in the back of my second wardrobe. I’ve only the one gown appropriate for evening, so it won’t be difficult to find.

The duke’s family is hosting a ball, if you can believe it.

Tonight.

Here at Syon Hall.

In their inveterate generosity, his family has included Samantha and me—and you.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Forgive me for not leading with it, but I did not want my request for the dress to be lost in the excitement. (I must have the dress—so do not forget!) But also you should determine some attire for yourself. I would worry this catches us unprepared except for the three trunks that traveled with us from Cornwall. Show no restraint, Georgiana Tinker. It’s a ducal ball.

Northumberland will send a coach for you at six o’clock. Samantha will remain here with me until the ball and borrow a dress from one of his sisters.

There is more to say, but you’ll forgive my brevity here. I’m hoping to send off the groom straightaway. Thank you for gathering up my evening gown. I look forward to seeing you tonight at Syon Hall. You will not believe it, Mama, you simply will not believe it.

Much love,

Bell

My Darling Bell,

Here is the dress; I hope it is correct . . .

Please thank the duke for the invitation. A more gracious mother would decline and leave the fun for the younger set, but I am not that mother. I will be ready at six o’clock. Do not fear, I will make us proud.

In case we are not afforded a moment alone at the ball, I would wish you a most unforgettable night, my darling Bell! And remember, caution is not a virtue, it is a fail-safe. It can keep you safe but it can fail you in other ways.

Do not miss the sweetest moments in life because one time, long ago, you took too much sugar.

Your adoring mother,

G.

PS: Perhaps try your hair in some style other than the bun?