continued on towards the stairs. They were to attend the Townleys’ soirée this evening, and it seemed as though the entire house was at sixes and sevens. Not only because it would mark Phoebe’s unofficial entrance into society, but because it was also Diana’s first foray into society in over four years.
It was understandable that both ladies were suffering considerable nerves.
It hadn’t helped that Mrs Mitchell had forgotten that it was tonight the reception was to be held. Indeed, it was only thanks to her having run into Mrs Townley and Amanda at Layton and Shears that morning that she had discovered her oversight. Then there had been a positive flurry of last-minute preparations as gowns, gloves and other necessities had been pulled out and made ready.
But equally important were Mrs Mitchell’s repeated assurances that Amanda was longing to see her dear friend again.
Diana wished she could say the same. That is, she wished she could say that the prospect of attending a society event at which Amanda would be present was not overshadowed by the thought that so many other people would be there as well. Still, it was a special night for Amanda, and Diana had no intention of missing it.
‘Ah, there you are, my dear,’ Mrs Mitchell said, standing at the foot of the stairs. ‘And looking exceptionally lovely, I must say. Madame Claremont knew what she was talking about when she suggested that gown for you. The simplicity of the design makes it appear very elegant, and I knew the shade would look well on you. You are going to attract a great deal of attention this evening, my dear, and not for the reasons you fear.’
Diana smiled, comfortable in the knowledge that she did at least look well for the evening’s festivities. The soft apricot gown with demi-train was one of the many Mrs Mitchell had ordered for her. The style was highly flattering to the slender lines of her figure, and the colour was a perfect compliment to the fairness of her skin. Her aunt’s petite French maid, Marie, had arranged her dark hair in a cluster of curls atop her head, and had set a dainty gold clip in the back. The rest of her jewellery was simple. Her mother’s pearl earrings, and a necklace of gold and pearls that nestled in the shadowy cleft between her breasts.
Phoebe came down not long after, looking radiant in a gown of white satin trimmed with deep rose. Her blonde hair was arranged in a soft tumble of curls to one side of her face, making her appear very young and appealing. Mrs Mitchell, who was herself gowned in deep blue silk, gave her a brief nod of approval, and then led the way out to the waiting carriage.
‘Courage, my dears,’ she said as they settled in for the short ride to the Townleys’ house. ‘Keep your chins up, your smiles bright, and, like the inimitable Sarah Siddons, you shall have all of London falling at your feet!’
Diana smiled and sat back against the cushions. Encouraging words, she reflected, though only time would tell how helpful they would be. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath, whispered a silent prayer, and waited for the proverbial curtain to rise.
Chapter Four
I t was an evening of surprises for Diana: the first, that Mrs Townley had not invited half of London to her fashionable soirée, and the second, that the Amanda she remembered no longer existed.
Diana could hardly believe that the elegant young lady standing in the receiving line had once truly been her best friend. Where was the awkward girl she remembered? The one who had constantly bemoaned the fact that her hair was frizzy and unmanageable, and that she wasn’t as tall or as graceful as her friends. The elegant young woman in the exquisite white gown bore absolutely no resemblance to that painfully shy, stammering girl. No wonder her aunt had said she would be surprised, Diana reflected.
‘Diana!’ Amanda cried as Diana drew to a halt in front of her. ‘Oh, Diana, I am so very pleased to see you again!’
‘And I am delighted to see you!’ Diana said, returning the girl’s enthusiastic greeting. ‘But I can scarce believe the change in you. You look beautiful!’
Amanda laughed, and the sound was bell-like and enchanting. ‘Yes, is it not astonishing? I stayed with Aunt Hester over the winter and she took my transformation to heart. Mama could not believe how much I had changed by the time I returned home.’
Diana shook her head. ‘In truth, I can scarce believe it myself. But I am happy for you, Amanda, and thrilled with your news. You will be the most beautiful of brides.’
‘And the happiest, for I am marrying the very kindest of men. Diana, allow me to present to you my fiancé, Lord Eastcliffe,’ Amanda said, turning to smile at the handsome gentleman standing next to her.
Diana duly acknowledged the introduction, pleased that Lord Eastcliffe showed no signs of reluctance at meeting her. She knew little about him, other than that he was a pleasant, studious gentleman who enjoyed collecting Greek antiquities. Indeed, some people joked that he was unlikely to notice a woman from his own time when he was so busy studying those of another.
Diana had originally been concerned that he might not give Amanda the attention she deserved, but, when she saw the warmth in his eyes as he smiled at her, she knew her fears were unfounded.
‘We have much to talk about,’ Amanda whispered as Diana and Phoebe went to move on. ‘Promise we shall have some time together this evening.’
‘Of course, but if we do not, I shall be sure to come and visit you again.’
Amanda’s eyes brightened. ‘Oh, yes, I should like that very much!’
The girls exchanged a few more words, and then Diana and Phoebe moved on to join their aunt, who was already talking to a couple neither of the girls knew. They were soon introduced, however, and the first half-hour or so passed in pleasant conversation. Phoebe eventually went off with a cluster of younger girls, and Diana herself made the acquaintance of several amiable people, none of whom looked at her with the censure she had been expecting.
‘Oh, look, there is Lady Aldsworth,’ Mrs Mitchell said, spying a tall, black-haired woman who had just come in. ‘I must have a word with her. Do you mind if I leave you for a moment, Diana?’
‘Of course not. I shall be fine on my own.’
As it turned out, however, she wasn’t alone long. Only moments after her aunt stepped away, Diana turned to find Amanda at her side. ‘Now, we shall have our few minutes alone,’ the girl said with evident satisfaction.
Surprised that she had time so early in the evening, Diana said, ‘Are you sure you dare? There are many people anxious to wish you well on your betrothal.’
‘Yes, but they can hold their good tidings for a few minutes. Right now, I want to spend time with you.’ Amanda reached for Diana’s hands and held them tightly in her own. ‘I truly am so pleased to see you back in town, Diana. When your aunt told me you were coming, I could scarce contain my excitement. But it must seem strange being back after spending so much time away.’
Diana knew what Amanda was referring to, but she only smiled. ‘It is better than I expected. This is only my first outing, of course, but I’m feeling more at ease than I’d thought to, and Phoebe is having a wonderful time, which is my main reason for being here.’
Amanda looked at her quizzically. ‘What do you mean? Are you not here looking for a husband?’
‘Certainly not. I am here to act as Phoebe’s companion, and to make sure she has a wonderful time. And, of course, to help her find a
