Rose could feel the townspeople watching her and Victor Ashdown as they left the local church. It was raining and Victor was holding the umbrella over her.
The tongues had been wagging since they showed up for the Sunday morning service. No doubt they were wondering why Victor Ashdown was there with Rose instead of his grandmother, Lady Ashdown.
Rose was the elder woman’s companion. She had placed to an ad in the newspaper and received a reply. After providing references which were satisfactory, she was accepted to the post and a week later she was on her way to Langley Hall. It was the first time she had left the society of London and her friends to come to the countryside. She fell in love with Langley Hall the moment she saw it. The stunning, historic home surrounded by lush and idyllic countryside with its romantic interior of wood paneling and ornate chandeliers took her breath away. Her family cottage seemed dull compared to this splendid home. And the room she occupied was very charming.
Lady Ashdown was very amiable and Rose soon developed a deep affection for her. Life at Langley Hall was pleasant. Then she met Victor whom she found to be very agreeable, engaging and irresistible. When she was not engaged by his grandmother, they spent time together in the garden where they had stimulating conversations. It was only a matter of time before they fell in love. Of course, it was no surprise to Lady Ashdown who raised no objections. Victor went to London to see her father who gave his consent. Rose had written several letters, telling her family about him.
“Good morning, Miss Haversham,” the greeting brought her back to the present and she met the curious gaze of Mrs. Lambton. The older woman’s eyes were sharp with curiosity as she looked first at Rose and then at Victor.
Rose feigned a smile. Busybody. She thought. “Good morning, Mrs. Lambton.” And she continued walking, giving the woman no opportunity to engage her in any further dialogue. “Horrible woman,” she muttered under her breath.
Victor seemed amused rather than annoyed at the attention they were getting. “They will have plenty to talk about when you and I get married,” he said.
“Yes, indeed. It will be quite the story–Victor Ashdown marries a city girl when he should have married a girl from Darbyshire.”
“I am marrying the girl I love and that’s that. Let’s not talk about this anymore. We have more important matters to talk about.”
“Such as where would you like to go for your honeymoon?”
Rose smiled, her eyes sparkled as she met his gaze. “You’re right, where we honeymoon is of great importance.”