Chapter Thirty-Three
21 October 1822
T he grand halls of Rockford Manor buzzed with activity as the household staff hurried about, each person focused on their tasks for the gala. Lora moved briskly through the corridors, her day dress swishing softly with each step. Beside her, Mrs. Turner, the housekeeper, kept pace, her keen eyes overseeing every detail.
“Mrs. Turner, have the floral arrangements for the drawing room arrived?” Lora asked, her voice steady but tinged with anticipation.
“They have, my lady. I’ve instructed the footmen to place them as we discussed,” Mrs. Turner replied, her tone efficient yet reassuring.
They passed through the dining room, where footmen were setting out polished silverware and gleaming crystal glasses, the clinking sounds adding to the masterpiece of preparations. The long table was adorned with fresh linens and delicate centerpieces of roses and lilies, the fragrance filling the air.
Lora paused for a moment, adjusting a slightly off-center painting. “The arrangements look exquisite,” she remarked, admiring the artistry of the displays. “Even the table looks like an enchanted garden.”
“Thank you, my lady. Mr. Wickham outdid himself,” Mrs. Turner replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “And the gardener is putting the finishing touches on the greenhouse as we speak.”
They stepped out onto the veranda and proceeded down the path that led them toward the heart of the preparations, the greenhouse. The gentle hum of activity followed them, the sound of busy hands transforming the estate into a magical setting.
Approaching the greenhouse, Lora’s eyes widened, delighted at what she saw. The structure had been transformed into an enchanted garden, a vision of beauty and elegance. Arched entrances were decorated with climbing roses and ivy, creating a fairytale-like entryway. Inside, a myriad of blooming flowers in vibrant colors greeted them, their petals dewy and fresh.
Mr. Wickham, the gardener, meticulously placed the final touches on a topiary shaped like a swan. He had arranged the floral displays of lavender, roses, dahlias, and chrysanthemums, all in shades of purple. He looked up as they entered, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“I hope you and Lady Harriet found your rooms adequate,” Mrs. Turner asked.
“We certainly did. Thank you for making the arrangements. It was very thoughtful of you.”
“I’m glad you’re pleased, but it wasn’t my doing. His Grace told me to make the arrangements. Now, if you’ll come with me.” Mrs. Turner motioned toward another part of the greenhouse. “We are nearly ready.”
“They are beautiful, Mr. Wickham. And perfect.” Lora said. “His Grace gave me flowers like these.”
“Yes, I know, my lady. It was the first time I ever saw him pick flowers himself. Quite fussy he was.” Mr. Wickham nodded. “He specifically asked for these for today.”
“He did? How thoughtful.” Lora walked through the rows of flowers, her fingers lightly brushing the petals. “It is beyond beautiful, Mr. Wickham. You have truly created an enchanted garden.”
Mr. Wickham bowed slightly, his face beaming with pride. “Thank you, my lady. It has been a labor of love.”
Candles in ornate holders were strategically placed throughout the greenhouse, ready to be lit as dusk approached. Lanterns, powered by hidden oil lamps, were nestled among the hanging baskets, their twinkling light enhancing the fairy-tale ambiance.
“The guests will be enchanted,” Mrs. Turner said, her voice filled with confidence. “This will be an evening to remember.”
Lora took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. “I hope so, Mrs. Turner. Tonight, we must show them the beauty and elegance of Rockford Manor.”
With a final nod of approval, they turned and headed back toward the manor. The preparations were complete, and all was ready for an unforgettable evening.
“Lora, there you are.” Harriet approached from the main hall. “What do you look so pleased about?”
“Everything looks perfect. Mrs. Turner’s staff has the kitchen in hand. It’s time for the final briefing. Everyone is in the drawing room.” Harriet looped her arm through Lora’s, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
As they moved through the corridor, the murmurs of conversation grew louder, filling the air with a buzz of excitement. The scent of freshly polished wood and floral arrangements added to the sense of occasion. They entered the drawing room, where the warmth of a crackling fireplace greeted them.
Taking their seats, they joined Rockford, who looked composed. Adam leaned against the doorframe with a thoughtful expression, and Barrington, whose eyes held a spark of curiosity. The room hummed with nervous energy and determination, every person poised for the briefing to unfold.
“Everyone is clear about their duties?” Rockford looked around the room.
The group nodded, determination etched on their faces.
“Very well, please be here and ready to greet our first guests at 7 o’clock.”
As Lora and Harriet made their way to their room, Rockford paused, catching Lora’s arm. “We are prepared,” he said, his voice filled with conviction.
Lora met his gaze, a fierce light in her eyes. “Indeed, we are.”
“Are the accommodations for you and Lady Harriet sufficient?”
“Yes, they are. Thank you for extending the invitation.” She started toward the staircase, then turned. “The flowers are beautiful.”
Rockford smiled, and she saw the smile that charmed the birds off the trees. She turned and left.
*
Lora stood in the room Mrs. Turner had arranged for her. It was a calm oasis in the midst of the evening’s hectic preparations. Her emerald silk gown lay draped over a chair, its rich color a perfect complement to her auburn hair. She carefully donned the gown, feeling the smooth fabric against her skin, and adjusted the delicate lace neckline.
As she pinned the last strand of hair, Harriet entered the room, a cascade of sapphire silk. “You look absolutely radiant, Lora.” Harriet’s eyes sparkled with genuine admiration. “But no jewelry? Your neck is begging to be adorned. An emerald or diamond would be exquisite.”
Lora offered a modest smile. “No, no necklace. I’m asking people for money.” She fussed with her skirt, smoothing out wrinkles that weren’t there.
Harriet patted her opal necklace and nodded thoughtfully. “That is a very good point. Luckily, I am not asking for money.” She glanced at Lora. “Stop fussing. You look perfect.”
“It’s the calm before the storm,” Lora murmured, glancing at herself in the mirror.
Harriet approached, her expression serious. “No matter what happens tonight, you are my very good friend, and I am with you.”
“Thank you,” Lora whispered, embracing her friend tightly. “I’m truly grateful that you stand with me.” She pulled away. “We’d better go downstairs. The first coaches should arrive shortly.”
They saw Rockford waiting for them as they descended the grand staircase. His gaze was steady and warm. He wore a finely tailored suit. The fabric emphasized his broad shoulders and dignified bearing.
Lora’s heart skipped a beat as she met Rockford’s stare. The intensity of his gaze had her pulse quicken. It wasn’t only the gala. It was him. It would always be him.
As they reached the bottom of the grand staircase, Rockford turned to her, a subtle warmth in his eyes. He stepped forward and bowed with a graceful flourish. “You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration.
Lora felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. The soft glow of the chandelier illuminated the gentle smile that tugged at his lips. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her eyes meeting his. “You cut a fine figure yourself.”
For a moment, the bustle of the gala faded into the background as they stood at the threshold, the air between them charged with unspoken sentiments.
Rockford’s smile widened, and he glanced at Harriet. “And you, Lady Harriet, are a vision of elegance.”
Harriet chuckled softly, a twinkle in her eye. “Why, thank you, Rockford.”
As the carriages rolled up to the grand venue, the team dispersed to their assigned roles, each person moving with purpose and determination.
Lora and Rockford stood side by side in the foyer and warmly greeted their guests. A gentle hum of conversation and the rustle of silks and satins filled the air. Harriet stood at her side, ready to guide the conversations seamlessly.
As guests arrived, Lora exchanged polite greetings, her gaze occasionally meeting Rockford’s. “Good evening, my lord. It’s wonderful to see you.” Rockford followed with a nod, “Do have a pleasant evening.”
Once the main wave of guests had been received, Rockford leaned closer to Lora, his voice a soft murmur. “Shall we join our guests?”
“Our guests are aware of our disagreement. Hastings did a very good job of making that known. They are here because they are curious.” Lora smiled as they passed by their guests on their way to the ballroom. “They don’t know what we’re about.”
Rockford, who had linked her arm to his, covered her hand with his and leaned in close. “They see two people who are very much in love, willing to swim the widest river for each other.”
“So I can tie the legs of your britches together again?” She teased him tenderly.
He paused for a moment, then squeezed her hand. They continued through the crowd, speaking to their guests.
A calm and composed Sir Ellington approached Rockford with a cordial smile. “Rockford, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” He extended a hand. “I must say, this evening is truly splendid.”
Rockford shook his hand warmly. “Thank you, Ellington. I’m glad you could join us tonight.”
Ellington leaned in slightly, his tone low so only Rockford could hear. “I couldn’t help but hear some rather troubling whispers circulating amongst the ton . It seems there are rumors regarding certain financial difficulties. I hesitate to bring it up, but I thought it best to address it directly.”
Rockford maintained his composed expression, nodding slightly. “Yes, I am aware of the rumors. I can assure you, Ellington, that while these whispers have indeed reached my ears, they are greatly exaggerated. My assets remain secure, and any temporary inconveniences are being swiftly handled.”
Sir Ellington’s brows furrowed with concern. “I understand. It’s just that such rumors if left unchecked, can cause quite a stir within our circles.”
Rockford offered a reassuring smile. “I appreciate your candor and your concern. It is precisely this kind of open dialogue that will help us navigate through any misunderstandings.”
Ellington nodded appreciatively. “I’m relieved to hear that. Should these rumors have an impact, and you require any assistance,” Ellington stepped close, “or support, you can count on my discretion and aid.”
Rockford placed a hand on Ellington’s shoulder, his gratitude unmistakable. “Thank you, Lewis. Your support means a great deal to me.”
Meanwhile, Adam’s keen eyes roamed the room, watchful for any signs of trouble. He nodded subtly at Lora, a silent reassurance that all was well.
Lora found herself near the refreshment table. An enticing display of pastries, custards, and trifles awaited the guests. Silver platters held neatly arranged finger sandwiches and savory pies, while crystal bowls overflowed with ripe berries and whipped cream. The air was filled with the mingling aromas of freshly baked bread and sweet confections, tempting even the most disciplined attendees.
She smiled warmly at Lady Napier as the woman went on about the beautiful flowers in the greenhouse. “Lady Napier,” Harriet said. “The beaded flowers on your gown are exquisite. They remind me of Lord Whitfield. Have you met his lordship? He’s very astute about botanicals and is eager to discuss the latest botanical discoveries. Let me introduce him to you.”
As Lora moved through the crowd, she caught Rockford’s gaze across the room. She knew he would not be far away.
On the far side of the room, her eyes briefly flicked to Hastings, who was speaking with Montague. She noticed Hastings discreetly slipping a letter into his pocket.
Lora turned as Harriet came up to her. “Yes, I noticed. But let’s not worry about anything. The evening is going well.”
The ballroom was a blend of grandeur and warmth. Its ivory and gold décor created an ambiance that was elegant and inviting. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. Their light danced off gilded accents and illuminated the intricate molding that traced the edges of the ceiling.
A grand staircase curved gracefully downward at one end of the room, its marble steps polished to a mirror-like sheen. Garlands of fresh greenery intertwined with soft blooms were wrapped around the banister and railing.
Floral arrangements turned the room into an enchanted garden with bouquets of flowers in crystal vases atop pedestal tables draped with fine linens. Tall windows provided glimpses of the moonlit gardens outside, where lanterns glowed softly among the hedges. Soft music from a string quartet nestled in the corner added to the enchantment.
Guests moved throughout the room as silver trays bearing fine champagne and offered trays laden with delicacies, tiny fruit tarts, savory pies, and sweetmeats.
The atmosphere buzzed with energy. Laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, and the room felt alive, not just because of the glittering décor but also the genuine enjoyment of the guests. It was clear that every element of the ballroom, from the grand staircase to the smallest floral detail, had been crafted to make everyone feel comfortable in the enchanted garden.
Lora and Rockford navigated the crowd separately. Lora moved through the crowd, her thoughts a whirl of anticipation. Yet, every time she caught sight of Rockford’s glances, a wave of confidence washed over her. His reassuring smile, a silent promise of support, lingered in her mind like a soothing balm.
From afar, Lora observed him, engaged in conversation, his presence a steady anchor. Their partnership, born from shared trials, was remarkable and steadfast. Whenever she thought about or saw him, a surge of pride raced through her. Despite the challenges they faced, they stood strong, united in their purpose.
A subtle awareness of his presence washed over her moments before he arrived at her side. “A walk on the terrace?”
She glanced at him and nodded. “It has been a tense few days. I could use some relief.”
“My thoughts, exactly.” He offered her his arm, and they went out the terrace door.
The cool evening air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the ballroom. Rockford stood behind Lora and put his arms around her. She glanced up at him. “To keep you warm, my lady.”
She eased her back against his chest, feeling the low rumbling of his laugh and how she missed moments like this with him.
They stood in comfortable silence for a while, the stars above twinkling as if sharing their secret. Lora felt a longing she had never known before, her heart swelling with affection for the man who held her so protectively.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Lora felt Rockford’s arms tense slightly, his body shifting as he became more alert. The spell was broken as a familiar, unwelcome voice cut through the night air.
“How charming,” Hastings sneered, stepping into the light.
They both turned at the intrusion, surprise tightening her chest.
“Conspirators conspiring. Don’t let me stop you.” Hastings waved his hand dismissively. “Please, do go on.” His smile changed into a leer. “It will be your last. I have learned of your deceit and corruption. Tonight, I will present my evidence of your wrongdoings.”
“ You have evidence, Mr. Hastings. I fear not unless it is something that you have contrived, more precisely, forged. That seems to be your specialty. But beware, your attempts to destroy people and their reputation will not go unchecked.” Lora’s voice cut through the night air, hard and clear.
“You ungrateful wretch,” he spat at Lora, his expression twisted with malice. “You could have had everything!”
She met his gaze unwavering. “Oh, dear. I believe I’ve struck a chord.” The sweetness on her face faded, replaced by a fierce determination. Her voice sharpened as she continued. “What makes you think,” she glanced at Rockford, “I don’t already have everything?”
“Hastings,” Rockford’s voice echoed with authority. “It’s over. We know what you are up to. Your fun is over.”
“You are so self-righteous when you, both of you, have the most to hide.” Hastings stepped forward, sneering. “Don’t you?”
Lora felt her heart quicken. What did Hastings know? His slick undertone made her uneasy.
People, overhearing the argument, gathered at the terrace door. The hum of curiosity and concern created a tension of its own.
Hastings produced an unopened letter with a flourish. “I have in my possession a piece of correspondence that was mysteriously intercepted. I believe it will shed light on certain… discrepancies. The missing royal correspondence.”
Lora’s breath caught in her throat. She recognized her father’s seal. How did he know about the correspondence? And how had he found it?
“Do you mean the correspondence that was never sent?” Lora’s voice was clear and steady. “Before you weave any more lies, let me clarify something.” Her eyes locked on him. “That letter wasn’t stolen from the courier pouch. I retrieved it from the front hall salver.”
Hastings’ smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. “A minor detail,” he scoffed. “It doesn’t change the fact that in this missive, your father’s intentions are laid bare.”
Lora countered. “You have twisted the truth for your gain, but your plotting ends here.”
How did he know where to look? She had tucked it deep in the hollow of the tree. The only one who would know where it was…the highwayman.
Hastings’ voice was smug as he stepped in front of her. “Shall we see what secrets this letter holds that made you remove it from the pouch?” He carefully broke the seal and slowly unfolded the parchment, his expression confident as he enjoyed the small drama.
As he read the contents, his smug expression faltered. A flicker of confusion, then disbelief, then something dangerously close to panic. His fingers clenched around the parchment, knuckles whitening. “This is impossible.” His voice, once so sure, wavered. “I spoke to the earl myself.”
Rockford stepped forward with deliberate ease, plucking the parchment from Hastings’ grip before the man could react. He unfolded it, his expression unreadable. “Let’s see what has you so shaken, Hastings.”