Regency Christmas Proposals

‘You were the one who suggested that you might find yourself a husband!’ Gray glared his frustration with this conversation.

‘You were the one who mentioned a marriage dowry!’

‘I was merely—’

‘Putting forward a way in which you might be completely rid of all responsibility for me?’ Amelia finished scathingly.

Gray gave an exasperated snort. ‘I made no mention of being rid of you—’

‘You have made it perfectly clear that is your intention.’ She swept her gown to one side.

‘Damn it, Amelia—’

‘If you will excuse me, My Lord?’ She eyed him coldly. ‘I believe I would prefer to spend the time before dinner upstairs in my bedchamber.’

As far away from him as she could possibly be whilst still remaining in the same house, Gray acknowledged impatiently. ‘I have not finished talking to you yet, Amelia—’

‘But I have finished talking with you!’ she assured him, giving him one last scathing glance before walking from the room with her head held disdainfully high.

Leaving Gray no choice but to stare after her in complete frustration. Alice Wycliffe had assured him earlier that any young lady of nineteen years would be thrilled at the prospect of going to London and being introduced into Society. That she would be ecstatic at the suggestion of a new wardrobe. Of attending balls and parties and meeting all the handsome rakes with whom she might dance and behave the flirt.

Obviously when Alice had made this observation she’d had no personal knowledge of the stubborn and self-willed Amelia Ashford!

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