Sara Bennett - To Pleasure a Duke

To Pleasure a Duke

Sara Bennett

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Miss Debenhams Finishing School, Graduating Ball

1837

M iss Eugenie Belmont waited in trepidation. Olivia and Marissa had spoken of their ideal husbands, and after the uproar they caused Eugenie felt her own qualms increase. Perhaps if she stayed quiet and made herself very small no one would notice her? The truth was she didnt have a choice of an eligible husband. Not a single, solitary one. Where on earth would she meet such a man in her circumstances? Eligible men were hardly likely to come calling at Belmont Hall, falling down as it was, and inhabited by her disreputable and rackety family.

Perhaps her friends would pass her over and ask Tina or Averil instead. Eugenie said a fervent prayer under her breath.

Well, Eugenie? Are you going to tell us the name of your future husband? Marissa was smiling a teasing smile, and the rest of her friends leaned forward, their eyes bright with expectation.

Eugenie tried to smile, too, although her heart was clanging in her chest. The moment shed been dreading for weeks had arrived.

I havent given it much thought, really. What about Tina? Im sure she has someone really interesting to

No, no, Tina retorted, we want to hear your choice, Eugenie. Come now, dont be coy. Who is it? Do we know him?

Eugenie took a drink of her champagne and violently choked on it. They patted her back, gathering around her. Desperately Eugenie tried to think of a way to escape their questions. She could tell the truth, but the thought of such an embarrassing admission made her squirm inside. Her friends seemed to know so many suitable men, all of them husband material. Eugenie longed to be like them, and she couldnt help but think that if they knew just how un like them she really was then they would no longer be her friends.

There now, Olivia said, mopping Eugenies cheeks and tucking her wild curls behind her ears. All better?

II think so.

They waited expectantly. They exchanged glances.

Come on, Eugenie. Is it really such a secret? Who is this man?

We all agreed to meet this evening and tell each other the names of the men we mean to marry. You cant change your mind now, Eugenie. It wouldnt be fair.

Tell us, Eugenie, please!

They werent going to let it lie. Eugenie sought desperately for a name, someone handsome and wealthy and titled, someone who would impress her irrepressible friends. The one that popped into her head was completely unexpected and in her panic she gave herself no time to consider the consequences of uttering it aloud.

Sinclair St. John, the Duke of Somerton, she blurted out.

Smiles wavered. Eyebrows were raised. Good heavens! cried Tina, always forthright. Somerton is the most eligible man in the realm. Arent you aiming a little high, Eugenie?

Why shouldnt she aim high? Olivia spoke gallantly. Eugenie deserves only the best. And she has royal blood!

Dear me, yes, teased Marissa, showing her dimple. I had forgotten that. Was it your grandmamma, Eugenie, who was a kings mistress?

No, it was my great-grandmamma. She was a maid in the palace, no great lady, and she wasnt at all pretty, so it is quite a mystery how she lured King George to her bed. Although he was rather ugly himself...

They giggled.

And then he made their son a baronet with property to go with it. The property and the money are long gone. All that is left to us of my great-grandmammas liaison is the baronetcy, and my fathers nose, which he insists is pure Hanoverian. We have no reason to boast about our royal connection, I assure you.

But are you acquainted with the Duke of Somerton? Averil, serious as always, dismissed Eugenies self-effacing jests.

Yes. I met him three months ago. Well, that at least was true.

Met him only once? Olivia gasped.

No, of course not. That would be silly. Eugenie forced a laugh. Met him for the first time three months ago, I meant. We have spoken many times since andand written.

She was making it worse. Eugenie longed for her moment in the spotlight to be over. With any luck the Duke of Somerton would be forgotten by the end of the evening and then after a decent time she could bury him.

Averil was speaking. Ive heard he is rather particular in his choice of friends. A snob, in other words. I cannot see him sitting down to dinner with a mere baronet!

He is a pompous prig who believes himself too good for the rest of us! Tina added hotly. I have been cut by him. He looked right through me. Not that I cared, but I think you might do better, Eugenie. Why would you wish to spend your life with such a creature?

I, too, must express my doubts as to his suitability to be your husband, Averil went on, a little wrinkle of concern creasing her smooth brow. He is not someone I know well, but what I do know... Eugenie, he is said to be arrogant and cold, quite unlike you!

The final words burst out of her and there was a murmur of doubt from the others.

Weve all heard you speak about your family, Eugenie, Marissa went on in an understanding way. Are you sure you havent chosen Somerton because he is the exact opposite of them?

Now Eugenie felt her skin flush, as it was prone to do when she was feeling emotional. She knew her wretched freckles would be standing out. It all came of having a great-grandmamma with red curly hairthe disreputable great-grandmamma! Although Eugenies hair was more brown than red, she had inherited the tendency to freckle and to blush.

But it was true. Her rackety family was the bane of her life. Her friends knew the trials and tribulations she faced when it came to her family, and there was truth in what Marissa had saidshe did dream of marrying someone who was the polar opposite of the baronet, her father.

There is no point in denying it. Eugenie sighed theatrically. Youre right. I have a desperate desire to be conventional. And the Duke of Somerton is the most respectable man I know. Will he love me? Do I love him? I think I could love him and I could persuade him to love me. It might be fun to find out. Just think, I could be the first Belmont to be respectable.

They were silent and she knew they thought she was indulging in wishful thinking. Why would the most eligible man in England marry her? Eugenie knew she was no beauty. She was small and slender, with not much of a figure to speak of. Her hair was brown with red tints and curled wildly despite her efforts to subdue it, while her features were too sharp to be considered more than interesting. It was true that males did tend to gravitate toward her at balls and parties, but she thought that was because she laughed at their jokes and listened sympathetically to their woes. They felt at ease with herthought of her as more like a sister than a possible romantic partner.

Why, oh why had she chosen such an unlikely man to be her husband? Why had that particular name popped into her head? But it was too late now. The hole she had dug for herself was too deep to get out of. Shed just have to continue on and hope that at some point she could wriggle out of the mess shed created.

She lifted her pointed chin, fixing her friends with her clear green eyes. Yes, Somerton is refreshingly different from my family and I agree he can appear rather stuck-up andand proud. But that isnt the real Somerton. Beneath that chilly exterior is a man who is generous and kind; someone who isnt afraid to laugh at himself.

Olivia grasped her hand. And, Eugenie, you are just the girl to bring out the best in him. But how do you know he isnt exactly as he seems to Averil and Tina? Are you so well acquainted with him?