Constance stirred uncomfortably in her seat. Lady Haughstons description of her life with Aunt Blanche was uncannily accurate. Constance herself had thought the same things many times. Aunt Blanche had used Constances sense of duty and obligation toward her, taking advantage in countless ways of her gratitude and her good nature.
You cannot want to spend the rest of your life with them, Francesca said, pressing her advantage. Besides, you seem to me to be a rather independently minded young woman. Do you not wish for your own house, your own life? A husband and children?
Constances thoughts turned to that brief time, many years ago, with Gareth, when she had let herself believe, at least for a little while, that such a life might be hers.
I have never wanted to marry just to achieve a position in life, Constance told her quietly. Perhaps you will think me foolish, but I would like to marry for love.
Constance could not read the look in Lady Haughstons eyes as she regarded her. I hope you do find love, she said gravely. But whether one loves or not, marriage gives a woman independence. You will have a place in life, a status that one can never find even in the happiest of situations, living with loving and wealthy parents. There is certainly no comparison to living under the thumb of a selfish and demanding relative.
I know, Constance answered quietly. She knew, she thought, better than the lovely Lady Haughston, the facts of such a life. But I cannot tie myself to a man for life without love.
Francesca glanced away. Finally, after a long moment, she said lightly, Well, surely, there is no reason to believe that one cannot find a husband one loves during the Season. No one will force you to marry any man who asks you. But would you not like to have the chance? Dont you think it is only fair for you to taste some of what you missed?
Her words struck a chord with Constance. She had stayed with her father through his years of illness, and she had done her best not to pine for what might have been. But she could not deny that there had been times when she had wondered what would have happened if she had been able to have even one London Season. She could not help but yearn to experience a little of the glamour and excitement herself.
Francesca, seeing Constances hesitation, pressed her argument. Would you not like to have a Season? To wear pretty dresses and flirt with your beaux? To dance with the most eligible bachelors in England?
Constances thoughts went to Viscount Leighton. What would it be like to have a chance to flirt with him? To dance with him? She wanted, quite badly, to meet him again, this time wearing something pretty, her hair falling about her face in curls.
But how can I have a Season? she asked. I am here to act as chaperone. And my clothes
Leave it all to me. I will make sure that you receive invitations to the right parties. I will be there to guide you through the treacherous waters of the Ton. I will make you the most sought-after woman in London.
Constance chuckled. I do not think that I could be made into such a creature, no matter what your efforts.
Francesca cast her another haughty look. You doubt my ability?
Constance could not imagine even Francesca pulling off what she promised. But if anyone could do it, she supposed, it would be Lady Haughston. And even if she did not make her the most popular belle of London, Constance had little doubt that she would enable Constance to have a far better taste of a real Season than what she was experiencing now. Aunt Blanche would dislike it, of course. That thought gave Constance a wicked little spurt of amusement.
I will deal with your aunt, Francesca went on, as if guessing Constances thoughts. She, I think, will not complain. Your family will, after all, receive the same invitations. And she will not want to go against me. If I choose you as my special friend, I do not think she will fight it. As for the clothes, you may not believe it, but I am rather good at economizing. We will look over your dresses and see what we can add to make them more attractive. The gown you wore last night, for instancea slightly lower neckline, a bit of lace and it will do well enough. My maid Maisie is a wonder with a needle. She could raise it in the front and add an underskirt. We would just have to buy some material. I will send my carriage for you tomorrow, and you must bring your best dresses with you. We will go over your things and see what can be done, and I will see what dresses of mine we can use.
Constance felt excitement starting to bubble up in her. She thought of her small hoard of money. She had saved as much as she could every year from the income left her by her father, hoping one day to increase her principal enough that she would be able to live off it, no longer dependent on her aunt and uncle for a place to live.
She could use some of that money, she thought, to buy a pretty gown or two. Something that would bring a mansomeone like Lord Leighton, sayrushing to her side from across the room. So what if it meant that she had to spend a few more months, even years, scrimping and scraping her money together? She might have to live with her aunt and uncle for longer than shed hoped, but at least she would have had a wonderful summer to remember, a time that she could look back on and treasure always. A season of fun and excitement, memories that she could keep forever.
Constance turned to Francesca. Would you really do all this just to win a bet?
Francescas lips curved up in that little catlike smile, her eyes glinting. This is more than simply a bet. It is with a gentleman I most particularly want to prove wrong. Besides, it will be fun. I have helped a young girl or two through their first Seasons. They ended up engaged, as well, before long. But with you
It is more of a challenge? Constance asked, smiling to take the sting out of her words.
In a way, because with them I had free rein to spend any amount of money for gowns and balls and such. But then I had to worry so much about covering up this problem or thatdresses that brightened a sallow complexion or how to make a short, squat girl look taller and more willowy. With you, that aspect is much easier. We just need to show off what is already there. She leaned a little closer. Will you do it, then?
Constance hesitated for a moment, then took a breath. Yes. Yes, I want to have a real Season.
Francesca grinned. Wonderful. Then let us begin.
CONSTANCE SPENT THE REST of the day in what was, for her, an absolute orgy of shopping. To Constances surprise, Lady Haughston turned out to be quite skillful at shopping for bargains. It took only her smile and a few words to her favorite modiste to have the woman quickly lowering her price on the dresses in which Constance was most interested. Mlle du Plessis also brought out a ball gown that had been ordered but never picked up or paid for, and which she was willing to sell to Constance for only a fraction of its original price.
When Constance quietly commented with surprise on the modistes willingness to discount her goods, Francesca merely smiled and replied, Mademoiselles well aware of how much good it does her to have her wares shown on an excellent figure. It makes those less fortunately endowed believe that if they wear Mademoiselles dresses, they will look as tall and willowy in them as you do. Besides, she values my patronage. Nowthis shawl. It is lovely, is it not? And look at this little flaw. I am sure Mademoiselle will reduce the price for that.