She shook her head somewhat sadly. “I’m afraid the current Mrs. Holland was under the impression Mr. Holland was a bit of a prize.”
“Perhaps by now, she’d appreciate me teaching Mr. Holland some manners then.”
“Since she’s not sailing on that yacht around the world with him, Edgar, you probably have a most excellent point, but again, he’s not in New York.”
Edgar cracked his knuckles one more time. “Very well, I won’t be able to deal with him just yet. But mark my words, Mr. Holland will be made to pay for his abuse of you. It’s simply a question of when.”
Unable to help but wonder how in the world she’d been so ridiculous back in the day to let this very honorable, and incredibly sweet, gentleman get away from her, Wilhelmina forced a smile. “Goodness, Edgar, there’s no need for you to turn all threatening on my behalf. That nasty business with Mr. Holland happened ages ago, and I assure you, I’m quite over it.”
“If you were quite over the embarrassment of Mr. Holland’s abandonment, and then your subsequent tumble down the society ladder, you wouldn’t have bothered to try and hide from me earlier.”
Not quite knowing what to do with the idea that Edgar still seemed to understand her far too well, Wilhelmina gave a bit of a shrug. “Perhaps I was simply trying to hide from you because I didn’t know what to say to you after all these years.”
He narrowed his eyes on her. “That excuse would have been more believable if you’d been at a loss for words for more than a second since I’ve been in your company.”
Narrowing her eyes right back at him, Wilhelmina found herself caught in his gaze, the intensity having her breath catching in her throat. Knowing he was not going to be distracted from the subject at hand, she allowed her shoulders to sag ever so slightly. “Oh, very well. You’re right. I was embarrassed and didn’t want you to see how far I’ve fallen in the world.”
Both of her hands were suddenly taken in his. “You, my darling friend, are not, and could never be, defined by the position you hold within society.”
“I’m fairly certain I’ve been defined by society as nothing more than a wallflower these days.”
Drawing her closer, he tipped her chin up and met her gaze. “You may be known as a wallflower to society, Wilhelmina, but I’ll always think of you as the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever known.”
With that, and before she could do more than let out the tiniest of sighs, he leaned closer to her, his breath warm against her face right before he claimed her lips with his own.
Just when her entire body began tingling in a most delicious fashion, a blast of cold air swirled around them, the unexpectedness of it having her pulling her lips from Edgar’s.
Swiveling around on the bench, every tingle she’d been feeling disappeared as dread settled over her when she caught sight of Mrs. Travers marching her way.
To Wilhelmina’s concern, the lady was not alone but was accompanied by two ladies, both of whom were dusted with snow and one of whom turned out to be Miss Permilia Griswold.
Miss Griswold, Wilhelmina couldn’t help but notice, was in the process of sending looks of extreme annoyance to the other young lady, that annoyance, for some odd reason, calming a bit of the dread that had taken to sinking into Wilhelmina’s very bones.
Coming to a stop a few feet away from where Wilhelmina was sitting, Mrs. Travers lifted her chin and folded her arms over her chest.
“I was hoping Miss Lucy Webster,” Mrs. Travers began, nodding to the young lady standing beside her, a young lady Wilhelmina realized must be Miss Griswold’s stepsister, “was mistaken when she sought me out and whispered that she’d seen you disappear with Mr. Wanamaker, but . . . clearly that is not the case. So . . . explain yourself, Miss Radcliff.”
“Ah . . . well, you see . . .”
“I’ll take it from here, darling,” Edgar said, moving a step away from the bench he’d risen from the moment Mrs. Travers had marched into the room. Presenting Mrs. Travers with a bow, he straightened. “Allow me to assure you, Mrs. Travers, that there is absolutely nothing untoward transpiring at the moment. In fact, it is my great pleasure to disclose to you that, right in the midst of your delightful ball, Miss Wilhelmina Radcliff has finally agreed to become . . . my wife.”
Chapter
Five
“Ah, darling, how wonderful that you’ve finally decided to grace me with your delightful presence. One would have thought you might have considered seeking me out earlier, what with all the questions you left me with after our little talk we shared late last night.”
Handing his heavy greatcoat to Mr. Hodges, the family butler, Edgar lifted his head and set his sights on his mother, Nora Wanamaker.