Miles Lesson - Jennifer Connors.pdf
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Chapter 5<br />
“Natalie, where have you been?” Elinore's whine cut through the room<br />
as Natalie entered the small parlor. “I have had servants searching for<br />
you.”<br />
“What did you need? I was in the garden reading.” Just then, Natalie<br />
remembered that she left her book in the grove, by the tree she'd<br />
been leaning against. Her encounter with the duke had left her<br />
disconcerted. Now she would have to go back out and retrieve it.<br />
“Reading? How boring. I wanted to tell you about the duke. He's even<br />
more handsome in person than I have ever heard tale of. His eyes are<br />
the bluest, blue I have ever seen.” As her cousin droned on, Natalie<br />
nodded when appropriate, but otherwise didn't pay any attention. She<br />
didn't need Elinore to tell her how handsome the duke was. She had<br />
first hand knowledge. A knowledge she never would have thought<br />
she'd have.<br />
“What do you think I should do to win his heart?” Elinore looked<br />
expectedly at her cousin, serious concern on her pretty face. It took<br />
Natalie a moment to realize that a question was asked, so she simply<br />
looked as if she was giving it consideration and waited for her cousin<br />
to start her monologue once again. It didn't take long.<br />
“With this many other girls, I should wear my most flattering clothing.<br />
The ice blue silk tonight for dinner, do you not think?”<br />
Natalie nodded and smiled and her cousin began anew. Natalie<br />
wouldn't be invited to dinner, but would received a tray in her room.<br />
She wouldn't be invited to any of the soirées or events that were<br />
planned during the week long stay. Her only purpose was to be around<br />
to listen to her vacuous cousin drone on about nothing. It was a bleak<br />
life, but Natalie had no choice. Her father's death had left her with no<br />
one, except her aunt and cousin.<br />
Before the melancholy of her memories could beset her, the Duke of<br />
Sutherland walked into the small parlor. He had a delightful, roguish