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What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) Page 78
Author: Julia Quinn

“Although,” Mary continued, putting an end to Olivia’s hopes, “one would think there would be witnesses if it had happened outside.”

Olivia decided not to comment.

“I suppose it could have happened at night,” Mary mused.

Olivia was beginning to think that Mary ought to consider writing a Miss Butterworth-style novel of her own. She certainly possessed the imagination for it.

“There,” Mary declared. “As good as new. Or almost. I couldn’t quite recreate the little curl over your ear.”

Olivia was impressed (and perhaps a little alarmed) that Mary had remembered the curl over her ear; Olivia certainly hadn’t. “Thank you,” she said. “I very much appreciate it.”

Mary smiled warmly. “I’m happy to be of help. Shall we head back to the party?”

“You go ahead without me,” Olivia said. She motioned toward the other, more private, section of the washroom. “I need a moment.”

“Would you like me to wait for you?”

“Oh, no no no,” Olivia said, hoping her surfeit of no’s sounded more conversational than desperate. She really needed a few moments to herself-just a bit of time to collect her thoughts, to breathe deeply, and to attempt to regain her equilibrium.

“Oh, of course. I shall see you later, then.” Mary gave her a nod and exited the small room, leaving Olivia on her own.

Olivia closed her eyes for a moment and took that deep breath she’d been waiting for. She still felt tingly and lightheaded, shocked by her own behavior and, at the same time, giddy with delight.

She wasn’t sure what shocked her more-that she had just given up her virginity in the home of the Russian ambassador or that she was preparing to rejoin the party as if nothing had happened.

Would people see it on her face? Did she look fundamentally different? Heaven knew, she felt fundamentally changed.

She leaned forward a few inches, trying to examine her reflection more closely. Her cheeks were pink; there was no hiding that. And maybe her eyes looked a little brighter, almost glittery.

She was being fanciful. No one would know.

Except Harry.

Her heart jumped. Literally jumped in her chest.

Harry would know. He would remember every last detail, and when he looked at her, his eyes hot with desire, she would melt anew.

And suddenly she was no longer so sure she would be able to carry this off. No one would know what she’d been doing from looking at her. But if someone happened to look at her while she was looking at Harry…

She stood. Squared her shoulders. Tried to be resolute. She could do this. She was Lady Olivia Bevelstoke, comfortable in any social situation, wasn’t she? She was Lady Olivia Bevelstoke, soon to be…

She let out a little squeal at the thought of it. Soon to be Lady Valentine. She liked that. Lady Valentine. It was so romantic. Really, names didn’t get much better than that.

She turned toward the door. Reached for the knob.

But someone opened it first. So she stepped back to avoid being hit by the door.

But she couldn’t avoid-

“Oh!”

Where the hell was Olivia?

Harry had been back at the party for more than half an hour and he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of her. He’d played his part to perfection, chatting with any number of bright young ladies, even dancing with one of the Smythe-Smiths. He’d checked on Sebastian, not that he needed it-his shoulder had not been troubling him for several days.

Olivia had said that she was planning to go to the ladies’ retiring room to check on her appearance, so he’d not expected her to arrive promptly, but still, shouldn’t she have been done by now? He’d thought she’d looked rather nice when he’d last seen her. What more could she have needed to do?

“Oh, Sir Harry!”

He turned at the sound of a female voice. It was that young lady Olivia had been sitting with in the park. Blast, what was her name?

“Have you seen Olivia?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “I haven’t been in the ballroom long, though.”

The young woman frowned. “I don’t know where she could be. I was with her earlier.”

Harry regarded her with increased interest. “You were?”

She nodded, waving one of her hands off to the side, presumably to indicate another location. “I was helping her with her hair. Someone spilled champagne on her dress, you know.”

Harry was not sure how that related to her hair, but he knew better than to ask. Whatever story Olivia had concocted, it had convinced her friend, and he wasn’t going to contradict.

The young lady frowned, tilting her head this way and that as she glanced out over the crowd. “I really needed to tell her something.”

“When did you last see her?” Harry asked, keeping his tone polite, almost paternal.

“Goodness, I’m not sure. An hour ago? No, it couldn’t have been that long.” She continued her visual search of the dance floor, but Harry couldn’t tell if she was looking for Olivia or merely inspecting the guest list.

“Do you see her?” Harry murmured, mostly because it was damned awkward, standing there next to her while she looked at everyone in the room besides him.

She shook her head, and then, apparently spotting someone she deemed of greater importance, said, “Do let her know I’m looking for her when you find her.” With a little wave, she headed back into the crowd.

That was singularly unhelpful, Harry decided, as he moved toward the doors to the garden. He didn’t think Olivia would have gone outside, but the ballroom was sunken, and one had to ascend three steps to reach the doors. He’d be much more likely to be able to see her from there.

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