A Proper Lord’s Wife (Properly Spanked Legacy #2) Read Online Annabel Joseph

Categories Genre: Erotic, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Properly Spanked Legacy Series by Annabel Joseph
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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“Oh, Jane,” she replied in a tone that was mostly a scold. “Go to your room and pick out some lovely, unstained gowns to take to London. Colors, not drab brown. And leave your animals here with Davis. Don’t dare try to smuggle some fawn or lizard in your trunks.”

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Jane stared in the mirror as her lady’s maid smoothed her hair into an ornate twist atop her head. Where her sister’s hair shone with depths of gold, her own color was flat and orange. Where June’s hair sprang naturally into pretty curls, hers flopped with shagged edges. It was hopeless.

“You must smile,” Matilda chided, persisting with the curling tongs. “If you smile, you will look beautiful to him.”

She tried to smile at her reflection, but nerves twisted her lips into a grimace that was worse than a frown. Her amber-gold eyes, just as strangely colored as her hair, did nothing to soften her expression or make her appear “prettier.” The truth was she’d been tired and worried for days, for the entire journey to London to meet her new fiancé.

She took a deep breath, her rib cage straining against the stays pulled especially tight for this meeting. When her hair was finally curled and smoothed to perfection, Matilda helped her put on her most stylish gown, a delicate blue toile print with a satin sash and ruffled hemline. It was something she’d never wear in the garden, so there was no fear of mud stains or tears along the bottom. No, she couldn’t meet him that way.

Jane would not feel like herself in such an elegant gown, but it would be better to not be herself around Lord Townsend. She caused controversy with her behavior at times. Did he know it? The letter from the Cambridge scientist to Josiah McConall had arrived at her father’s desk and caused a row only yesterday. He’d not allowed her to read the professor’s reply until he’d scolded her soundly, shouting that Lord Townsend would not wish to wed a bluestocking, an overly intellectual woman. Why was that a bad thing?

Oh, she must stop thinking that way. She supposed, now, she must discover what Lord Townsend preferred in a wife, and act in that way so he would find her agreeable to marry. It was too much to wish that he would like her as she was, prone to rescuing wild animals and mucking about in gardens and woodlands, not only for science, but because she found them magical. She wouldn’t mention any of that until they were married. And then…

And then she probably still better not mention it. Too much to hope a lofty Duke’s son would understand.

Her maid clucked about her, adjusting the gown, handling it carefully to prevent wrinkles. It was light and flowing, empire-waisted in the current style. Once Matilda tied the sash and fastened the tiny pearl buttons at the back, Jane looked at least fifty percent a fine lady. She tried another smile and failed.

“Will you wear the pearls, my lady, or the locket?” asked Matilda.

“What goes better with the gown?”

“The pearls, I think.”

A string of luminescent pearls was fastened about her neck, along with matching earrings that pinched her lobes. She took in the full effect. Well, she looked far better than she looked on a normal day, even if she wasn’t as naturally stunning as June. June was married off, so she wouldn’t be in the parlor beside Jane making her look so plain in comparison. Marriage suited her sister; June was quite happy, simpering on about Lord Braxton whenever she wrote.

Maybe Jane would have some of that luck too. Maybe Lord Townsend would be such a grand and devoted husband that she herself would be improved. Perhaps their marriage would make her more normal and accepted in company. This thought, finally, brought a smile to her face, a hopeful smile that did much to make her more appealing.

“There you are,” said Matilda. “He will like you, my lady. You mustn’t fret.”

It was difficult not to fret when you were about to be introduced to the stranger you were to wed, even if he was a handsome gentleman you’d admired from afar. Especially when he was a handsome gentleman you’d admired from afar.

“I suppose I’ll go down then,” she said.

“Yes, my lady. Mrs. Barton is preparing a lovely tea for the visit.”

When Jane entered the parlor, she found her mother and father in their formal clothes, awaiting Lord Townsend. His parents were expected as well, along with his remaining unmarried sister, Lady Rosalind.

“How fetching you look,” said her father.

The words were complimentary, but the look he gave her told her she was to behave with fetching manners too, or lose his approval entirely. She went to the window overlooking the courtyard and square.

“You mustn’t gape out of doors,” her mother said. “Come sit down and be ladylike.”


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