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by Adrienne Basso


  Were received with open arms, with exaggerated compliments and praise. Then came the looks and exclamations of horror when evaluating Claire from head to toe. She was not sure if the surprise was because of the clothes too simple in its appearance, or the vague explanation of the Countess and the Lady Meredith about their relationship.

  However, the nervousness of Claire soon became enthusiastic about the new experience. The sellers and the owner literally revolved around the countess. Everything was done to please her, and no task was considered difficult or impossible. After take measures Claire, began to choose fabrics and models of new dresses. Occasionally, she was consulted, but who decided it was the countess. Fortunately, the countess was enjoying the high-waisted models that Claire was so fond. In the end, she was surprised to find a hobby that initially feared to be exhaustive and boring, was actually very nice and fun. But he soon realized that the countess did not intend to buy him just a dress. Or two.

  The list presented to the countess lady Renude Claire left stunned. Dresses for the morning to late afternoon, dinner, prom dresses, walks, riding and costumes for other occasions. It seemed that, whatever the occasion or the circumstances, was expected to dress and aristocratic woman possessed the right costume. And always with shoes, hats and accessories appropriate.

  There was no price on fabrics or clothing, which made Claire even more apprehensive. Quietly examining the quality of fabrics and finishes of the dresses, she found that only women who do not have to worry about prices frequented that store. Claire was not and had never been a woman. Although her family possessions were three daughters and his mother to dress.

  Early on, she learned to appreciate beauty and quality of objects and also to control the money in time to acquire them. Apparently, control was not a word used by the countess. Dresses and more dresses were ordered, and neither the lady nor countess and Meredith seemed preoccupied with the prices. At a time when Renude lady walked away to get other models, Claire broached the subject. The countess dismissed him with a vague smile.

  - My son has very deep pockets. - She pointed to a red silk dress. - He has a talent for ridiculous money, talent that I have to confess almost horror he learned from his sister.

  Claire looked at the Marquise, who shrugged.

  - That's true, but we try not to comment beyond the fact of our family. For some reason, the idea of sharing a family secret, made Claire feel privileged. Despite the arrogance and authoritarian ways, the Barrington formed a very charismatic, and Claire felt honored by the trust.

  Claire managed to endure even more tired an hour with good humor. Relieved, he saw the countess to save the golden monocle in the bag and announce that the purchases had been completed.

  The sun was shining when we finally left the shop lady Renude. Claire could not avoid a twinge of pride when walking on Bond Street with a lot of gowns purchased at the studio of Renude lady. But his thoughts were soon dispersed upon seeing the picture of Lord Fairhurst not far away. She recognized him immediately. He was on foot, walking toward them with firm steps.

  - Senhoras. "He touched the brim of his hat. - Are you done with your shopping?

  The countess laughed.

  - Shopping is something that women never end, Jasper. They just give a break to regain his strength.

  - I'm not a little tired. - Meredith smiled.

  - But my daughters expect me home.

  - I will follow his sister - the Countess said Jasper.

  - Why do not you take a ride with Claire? The fresh air will do you good, after so many hours in a store.

  A grim expression covered his face with Lord Fairhurst.

  - I think the less they see me around town in the company of Claire, the better.

  - What's more, my son? My set up the monitor. Naturally, we must be discreet in regard to the position of Claire, but there is no need to hide it.

  - I do not agree.

  - I'm sorry, Jasper, but Mom was right - Meredith intervened. - If we act like we have something to hide, give grounds for nasty comments.

  - And we all know that there is no way to keep a secret in London - Countess completed.

  - I insist that the more prudent will maintain confidentiality about the existence of Claire.

  The countess sighed loud and exaggerated.

  - Do not be ridiculous, Jasper. We spent almost four hours in the shop lady Renude. Before the end of the day, the high whole society will have information about the mysterious lady who completely revamped her wardrobe and sent the bill to pay you. Lord Fairhurst paled. Claire cleared his throat. Everyone looked quickly, but nobody said anything. After the moment of shock, Jasper asked:

  - Lady Renude knows who is Claire?

  - I am not stupid and neither is Renude lady - "said the countess. - She was burning with curiosity, but never dare to insult me with indiscreet questions. I assure you we do not let anything slip. And guess what? We can not be sitting here, discussing family matters. Also, your sister needs to go.

  - My car is two blocks from here - said the Lord.

  - We're closer. It would really be asking too much to contemplate with Claire a few moments of fresh air? At least as far as is his coach?

  The countess did not wait for the child's protests. Holding the arm of Meredith, walked to the carriage and, in the blink of an eye, mother and daughter entered the vehicle without looking back.

  With the corners of her eyes, Claire saw the Lord Fairhurst clench your fists. He was furious. But his face was impassive as he turned and offered her his arm. If not accepted, certainly, Claire would be left there even with only one created as a guide. Containing a sigh of resignation, put his fingertips on his arm and let himself be led by Bond Street.

  Chapter V

  The countess glanced out the window of the carriage and clapped with joy.

  - Will it work! - Muttered.

  Still smiling, reached out and hit the ceiling of the carriage.

  - What are you doing, Mommy? - Asked Meredith.

  - I'm calling John. We have to go to the office of Mr.. Beckham.

  - The office of attorney?

  - Yes, I need to know the news about the validity of the marriage of Claire and Jasper.

  - Mama, Mr. Beckham was at home last night. I doubt that anything has changed in less than twenty-four hours!

  - But it changed, Meredith. And for the better.

  The countess left Meredith look suspicious.

  - How so?

  - Claire is married to Jason, but we all know that there's something very strange involving this marriage. And I am not referring to the fact that Jason has signed the certificate with the name and title of brother.

  - Still do not understand, Mom.

  - Over the years, my dear son has used the disappointment with Elizabeth as a shield to avoid emotional involvements with other women. I always believed that when he finds the right woman, this barrier could be destroyed. - The countess paused briefly.

  - Claire is not that woman.

  - Jason does not think so, Mom. He married her.

  - Married? - The countess raised an eyebrow. - Or was married by proxy, knowing that he had found the ideal woman for her brother?

  - Jasper and Claire? - Meredith shook her head in disbelief. - Jason has no idea what kind of woman that matters to her brother. More likely is that Jason was drunk and had signed the wrong name for pure distraction. And despite having signed the name of Jasper, marriage is not valid.

  - Jason is impetuous and is far from perfect, but it's not a drunk. He loves and admires his brother - the countess said indignantly. - Behaviour change Jasper had some positive influence.

  - I think it wonderful not to drink excessively and do not play anymore, but like everything that my brothers do, Jasper was one extreme to another. He is arrogant, impertinent, and extremely controlled. I fear that there is more passion and joy in his heart.

  - Maybe this is the role of Claire, my daughter. Bring joy and passion back to
life in Jasper.

  - What nonsense mom. Claire believes she was married to Jason!

  - Jason Claire has not told any details of the plan. - The countess spoke slowly and thoughtfully, as if forming thoughts aloud.

  - Do you really think that Jason has produced a dazzling scheme involving Claire and Jasper, which precipitated her coming events?

  - It may have happened just that.

  Meredith put his gloved hand on his forehead.

  - His absurd theories are making me dizzy. The Countess patted the shoulder of her daughter.

  - I also felt confused to see Jasper and Claire at breakfast each morning, and also just before the shop lady Renude. Suddenly everything became crystal clear. - The countess sighed. - I feel sparks between them. Interest, excitement, even passion, are hidden beneath the surface. Last night, I felt something but did not know what it was. Today, however, realized that with the right encouragement and a touch of luck, soon the sparks turn into flames.

  - You forgot that Jasper has already chosen a bride?

  - Ah yes, that Miss impeccable. Rebecca Manning. - The Countess tapped his forefinger on his chin. - What do you think of it?

  Meredith hesitated, took a deep breath and folded his hands in his lap.

  - Miss. Manning seems to be a respectable girl. It is polite, elegant, but distant and quiet ways too.

  - Exactly. A Young boring. I do not like her very much. Is there anything that girl that bothers me, but I can not explain what it is. Most important, it is not the right woman for Jasper.

  - Do not be rude, Mum. We hardly know Miss. Manning.

  - I doubt that we shall know her better. - The countess lifted her chin. - Do not look at me with that face of horror! If we can not talk openly with one another, with whom we will share our confidences, Meredith?

  - Whatever the truth, Mom, it's best not to get involved in this imbroglio. The countess looked at her for a moment, then looked away, pretending to be interested in a cover flap. The gesture suggestive bothered Meredith.

  - You were so quiet all of a sudden, Mom. I'm afraid it is up to something.

  - Up to Now? What word most unpleasant! I'm just looking after the interests of my children. Who can blame a mother for thinking of their happiness?

  Meredith smiled. Rested his head on the seat back, wary of the term of his mother's innocence.

  Moments later the carriage stopped in front of the office of Beckham. An official welcomed them, leading them immediately to the room of the lawyer.

  - Ladies, it's an honor to receive them. - He pulled the chairs they sit. - Feel free. There was no need to travel far. It was enough to send for me.

  - We came to do some shopping and think about changing a few words with you about the status of my son.

  - I am researching carefully the legal aspects of marriage by proxy. Within two or three days, I will have elements to analyze the circumstances under which the wedding took place.

  - I imagine that you are striving to solve it as fast as possible, no? - The countess said, touching his fingertips the pin that adorned the neckline of her dress.

  - Certainly, countess. My best assistants appointed to the case and personally supervise their work.

  - It was what I feared. - The countess took a handkerchief from the pocket and pressed it into the corner of his eye.

  - The lady was upset, my lady?

  - Oh, not with you that, in addition to competent and ethical lawyer, is our friend. My nerves are in tatters with all these incidents, and I thought you could ... The countess did not finish the sentence. Trembled convulsively trying to contain the emotions. Beckham stood up and offered him a glass of water.

  - Tell me what to care about, milady.

  The countess took a sip and put the glass on his desk.

  - I need your help, Mr. Beckham. You are the only trustworthy person whom I would ask this favor. Will you help me? Please ...

  - I'll do whatever you ask me, Countess.

  - Thanks. You are a true gentleman.

  Meredith covered her mouth with his hand to hide her smile. Poor Mr. Beckham! He had no chance with his mother, a master at manipulation.

  The lawyer sat down, and the countess also took a few moments to compose herself. Meredith straightened in his chair to watch the next scene of that family drama.

  - After much thought, I concluded that there is no tragedy my son is married to Claire

  - the Countess said.

  - Unfortunately, her son did not use his real name on the marriage certificate, so that Mr. Jason Barrington is not legally married to Miss. Truscott ...

  - Sorry to interrupt you, Mr Beckham, but does not want Claire married to Jason. Jasper, Fairhurst is lord who is the husband of Claire.

  The lawyer's face was livid.

  - But Lord Fairhurst made it clear he wants the annulment of their marriage. He does not want to stay married to Miss. Truscott.

  - How can he know what he wants? Jasper barely know the girl!

  - Milady, I can not reveal information about my client. - Beckham a crumpled piece of paper showing his annoyance. - I gave my word to Lord Fairhurst who will resolve the issue. In favor of it.

  Meredith saw a split second, the conflict of emotions through the mother's face. Surprise, annoyance, and finally determination.

  - You got me wrong, Mr. Beckham. I would ask that broke a commitment to ethics. However, it is the right of a parent wanting the best for their children. I just need time. His efforts to resolve this dilemma must continue marital ... in slow steps. Steps snail, preferably. I think that Lord Fairhurst enough about the future and about his future wife. Beckham was visibly uncomfortable with the request of the countess, but has given his word. He could not retreat, unless he was prepared to face an attack of hysteria.

  - I suppose I must examine all documents two or three times before performing the procedures - he also said with a hint of uncertainty.

  - Excellent. - The countess smiled triumphantly. - I have full confidence in his abilities to lead all the way agreed.

  The lawyer rose, giving the conversation ended. Under normal circumstances, his attitude would have offended the Countess, but she paid no attention to the rudeness of Beckham. His victory made him a generous and tolerant.

  Jasper had never felt so uncomfortable. He felt awkward and artificial walking down the street arm in arm with Claire. She was taller than most women he knew, and the touch of her hand on his arm was light, almost imperceptible. Trying to break the awkward silence, Jasper began to point a milestone on the road. Claire let out murmurs of understanding, but he had no idea if she was enjoying or totally bored.

  - I noticed that changed his clothes. This is one of their new dresses? - He finally asked.

  - Yes Renude Lady noted that the dress needed adjusting, but his mother and sister insisted. They're turning me into a fashionable woman. - Claire laughed at the words themselves. - Well, at least, are trying!

  - Do not allow them to change too. If you leave on account of them, so you will not recognize it anymore.

  - After spending an entire morning in a shop, I admit that you're right. I would like to know other stores, but will learn to set limits and avoid extreme changes suggested by his mother, how to cut hair. - She looked at him. - I appreciate and value the advice of the Countess and the Lady Meredith, but I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Fortunately, I am not a person nor suggestible and weak.

  - Will and wisdom are not enough when it comes to my mother. - Jasper paused for a moment and bowed his head toward her, added: - It can become a tyrant at times.

  - A peculiarity of the family? - Claire asked staring at him.

  - One of the biggest and strongest!

  They both laughed, to Jasper, but he remembered he was in public, and recovered himself. He looked around and, relieved, he realized that nobody watched. Then, unable to control himself, he turned to Claire.

  Her face was covered with flushing, and the brightn
ess of his eyes caught her attention. She was a very pretty girl and interesting.

  Suddenly, Jasper felt a frisson that affected his balance in a way peculiar and incomprehensible. His body seemed to awaken to the life pulse of anxiety. The normal reaction of a man and a woman attractive, yet, somehow, it was a different feeling. It was a unique feeling, deep, unfamiliar and confusing.

  Typically, Jasper simply expect this attraction evaporate from your body and your mind. It was always the case. He considered it a triumph, knowing that after years of indulging the passions devastating, he finally managed to discipline themselves and control their emotions.

  Claire, however, feelings and images were stronger and more frightening. The discovery made his heart beat uncontrollably. It was possible that the attraction does not fade, but rather increased.

  But why? What was that woman to shake it so much?

  As if trying to escape their own feelings, Jasper quickened his pace. Claire was forced to hold strong on his arm to escort him.

  - My coach is the next street - Lord Fairhurst said. - Can I instruct the driver to take her back for several different paths. It's more interesting than you know London shops of Bond Street. Are there any special place you want to see?

  - I want to see everything! - She whispered panting.

  Jasper knew that the breathlessness was due to the long walk, but the sense of privacy led him to think of others and most delicious ways to provoke such a reaction. He thought about kissing, soft as butterfly wings, but so powerful and able to spark the fire and desire in their bodies. The eagerness, the enthusiasm which stimulated the enchantment, desire, sensuality which he knew would explode between them.

  - I will instruct my driver to go the route of Westminster Abbey. You can enjoy the architecture and feel the tradition of the place, even if being viewed through the window of a carriage.

  She frowned.

  - Are not you coming?

  Fairhurst Lord emphatically denied with a nod, not liking the feeling of pleasure he felt in noting the tone of disappointment in her voice.

 

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