HAD THEย CALABAR BEAN AND ALL IT SYMBOLIZED NOT BEEN
WEIGHINGย down her pockets, the day would have been a lovely one for a promenade. Eliza looped one arm through Signaโs and the other through Charlotteโs, the three of them walking well ahead of the men. โWhat a coincidence it is to find you here. I had so hoped youโd have the chance to meet Everett prior to the spring. Youโre still planning to join the season, arenโt you?โ
She still had to speak to Marjorie, of course, but it made sense enough to debut in the spring that Signa nodded. โThatโs the hope.โ
Charlotteโs smile was polite but thin. โIt seems everyone and their mamas will be out this season.โ
โHow right you are.โ Eliza laughed. โWhat a challenge itโll be to find a husband, especially now when weโll be competing with Miss Farrow.โ She said the last part in a conspiratorial whisper. โYou will be the prized pony that all the men will bid on. Itโs fortunate for us that only one of you from Thorn Grove will be out this season, for it will be the same when Blythe makes her debut. And itโs fortunate for me that the one Iโve got my eyes on is your relation.โ
Though Elizaโs incessant gossip was tiresome, she was quite pretty, and her family was a๏ฌuent enough that Signa knew without asking him that Percy would be equally interested in her. But would Elizaโs interest continue if
Percy didnโt inherit Greyโs?
โIf youโll excuse meโโEliza peeled herself away from the womenโโI believe Iโll get a head start on that.โ She moved back in one quick stride, taking her place at Percyโs side and tilting her head back, laughing at whatever he said.
Left with Charlotte, Signa asked, โIs what Miss Wakefield said true? I never thought that my debuting would be a problem for anyone.โ Surely, that couldnโt have been what soured Charlotteโs mood the last time theyโd spoken. Yes, Signa had money, but there would be others far better suited for maintaining a home. She didnโt want children anytime soon, and her piano playing and skill with a needle were abysmal. Not to mention that there would be more beautiful women out for the season, like Charlotte, whom anyone would be lucky to have as a wife.
โItโs not that itโs a problem.โ Charlotte kept her voice low enough that Signa had to strain to hear her. โBut it makes things more difficult for those of us who must secure a strong match. If Blythe werenโt sick, it wouldโve been the same situation. The men will flock to those with the highest prospects first, and the rest of us will get their scraps and will be expected to be happy for it.โ
โWhat of a love match?โ Signa asked, not having a taste for such a callous stance. โSurely, it wouldnโt matter how many ladies are out each season if one was to make one of those?โ
Charlotte dipped her chin and peered at Signa as though seeing her for the first time. โEver since my mother died and we were forced to move after the scandal, my father has been struggling to keep us afloat. He never had a son, so itโs my duty to find someone who can support our family. I donโt have the luxury of a love match, Miss Farrow. In fact, you will find that most of us donโt. If thatโs what youโre after, then I wish you luck, but I care only for securing my future. So do forgive me if Iโm not enthused that youโre joining the fray my first year out.โ
Charlotteโs words stung like a wound. Signa knew she could carve out her own future, but sheโd never considered that some women wouldย haveย to be with a man not of their own choosing, simply to exist. It was the last thing she wanted for her friend, especially.
Signa wanted a love match. She wanted someone to dance with, and to laugh with late into the evening. Someone whose company she wouldnโt tire of years from now. She wanted the same for her friend, too.
Signa wanted to ask Charlotte if there was anyone sheย didย fancy, but she fell silent as they came upon a small tearoom. Another time, then. Theyโd have the discussion another time.
Everett held the door open, and one by one they filed inside.
The tearoom was clean and quaint, with a large, circular mahogany table already prepared for them. It was set with a beautiful arrangement of gilded petits fours, peach and chocolate scones, golden crumpets, miniature glazed fruit tarts, and delicate cucumber sandwiches. Signaโs stomach betrayed her by growling, wanting to sample everything. It was unfortunate, the way societal rules could hinder a person. How much simpler life would be to not have to think about what she was expected to eat, and in what order. She strongly preferred Deathโs philosophy of simply wanting something and taking it.
Everett pulled chairs out for Signa and Charlotte, the latter of whom sat with more grace than Signa thought herself ever capable of. Percy followed suit for Eliza, who unfurled a black fan that she fluttered to conceal a blush Signa was certain wasnโt there. It seemed there was a language with these fansโone Signa did not understand but had Percy entranced as Eliza fanned herself with slow and deliberate flicks of her wrist. The more she fanned, the more Signa wanted to reach across the table to throw the beastly thing out the window, for it wasnโt even hot out and
the fanโs wind kept blowing baby hairs into her face.
Everett must have shared similar feelings; he screwed up his face and tried not to laugh at the sight of his cousin. When he caught Signa looking, he smirked. Charlotte glanced away in silence, spooning sugar into her tea.
โHave you been at Thorn Grove long, Miss Farrow?โ Everett asked as he took a seat, waiting for the women to take their savories from the arrangement before doling his own onto a small porcelain plate.
Percy placed his napkin upon his lap, then set a scone upon both Signaโs and Elizaโs plates. Who was Signa to refuse a perfectly good scone? She spread lemon curd and clotted cream across it in the most graceful way she knew how, concealing her eager eyes with a mask of calm demure. โAbout a month, now,โ she said, hoping heโd pause from questions long enough for her to take a bite. โThorn Grove is a beautiful place. The Hawthornes have done me a great kindness by allowing me to stay with them.โ
โNonsense,โ Percy chided her. โYouโre family. Having you with us has been our delight.โ
Signa bit into her scone to spare him from her retort. Where was this kindness earlier, when heโd rushed her out of the apothecary, or when heโd criticized her dancing?
โSignaโs birthday is in the spring, you know,โ Eliza said. โSheโll be making her debut this season.โ
โI suppose that means weโll be seeing each other quite often, as I intend to remain in town throughout the upcoming season, as well.โ Everettโs smile was far more charming than it had any right to be. The scone Signa had been chewing lodged in her throat. She swallowed a mouthful of steaming tea to help it pass. The drink scorched her tongue, and she was reminded of one of the rules inย A Ladyโs Guide to Beauty and Etiquette: One must enjoy their tea in the smallest of sips, and should never take to blowing on a drink, no matter how hot.
โA coincidence, indeed.โ Signa couldnโt tell if it was her
heart fluttering or nerves getting the best of her stomach. Everett was, on paper, everything Signa had ever wantedโ handsome, charming, kind, and an evident socialite. She didnโt care much about his status but supposed that it could only be beneficial if the attention of those who sneaked sly, interested glances at them was any indicator. But good God, if just having tea was such an exhausting feat every time she had to do it, Signa hadnโt a clue how sheโd manage becoming the socialite sheโd always dreamed of being. She wished, vaguely, that she were able to ask her mother how sheโd done it.
Signa took another too-hot sip and sampled a cucumber sandwich before spreading butter across a crumpet, letting Percy do the talking while she took care of the foodโthe sooner it was gone, the sooner they could head back to Thorn Grove and Blythe, and the sooner she could get out of her own head.
Percy put on a display of gentlemanly behavior, flattering Eliza and wooing her in a way that delighted the young woman. He seemed every bit the ladyโs man that his father had allegedly been, asking Charlotte and Eliza of their hobbies and whether theyโd seen any performances at the opera recently. He refilled Elizaโs teacup with the utmost attentiveness, dripping with more charm than Signa had thought him capable of. Charlotte, meanwhile, spoke to Everett of his many travels.
Signa listened with great fascination as they discussed parties and sporting events she hadnโt been privy to, and joined the conversation when Everett pressed for information about her interests and what she and Percy were doing in town. Percy, of course, came up with a lie before sheโd been able to answer. All the while, Signa was too aware of the rigidness of her spine and how her neck ached from trying to keep it so straight. She was certain sheโd broken several dining etiquette rulesโlike what foods to eat in what order, when to put the sugar into her
tea, how many fingers to use when she held the cup to her lipsโbut fortunately, no one mentioned any quibbles, though she did catch Eliza gaping at her a few times. While the rules were embedded somewhere in Signaโs brain, the practice of them felt unnatural. Eventually, she ceased eating and drinking altogether, as to not offend everyone in the room who watched her at Lord Wakefieldโs side.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Signa asked few questions, unable to fully relax for fear that sheโd do or say something wrong. Perhaps it was silly to worry so, given that Eliza was too thoroughly enamored with Percy and her own fan waving to care about the number of scones Signa consumed, and that Everett and Charlotte were nothing if not cordial. Still, stress was summoning hives across her skin, and her stomach was queasy.
Finally, as the tea ran cold and the food disappeared, Percy set his folded napkin upon the table and stood. Everett followed suit, helping Signa and then Charlotte out of their chairs. When they were all standing, he offered Signa his hand.
A moment of panic surged through her before she took it and allowed him to escort her outside.
โIt was a pleasure to meet you,โ he said, his smile gleaming with the straightest, whitest teeth Signa had ever seen. โIโm looking forward to getting to know you better, Miss Farrow, over the course of the upcoming season.โ
For years Signa had imagined a moment like this. In it, however, sheโd never envisioned that sheโd have sweat along her back or that her dying cousin would be waiting for her to come and deliver her a cure. It was too much for Signa to even think about, which was why she detached herself from Everett and grabbed on to Percy, hoping her smile looked convincing. โIโm looking forward to it as well,โ she told Everett, discreetly digging her fingers into Percyโs arm until he clasped his hand over hers and smiled.
So genuine was Everettโs smile that Signaโs stomach
twisted with guilt. Yet she knew there was no time for that, for there were matters far more pressing. With a final goodbye, she turned and hauled Percy to the carriage that waited to take them home to Blythe.
