They remained entwined in each other’s arms for what felt like an eternity, silently watching the flames dance in the hearth, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.
Chapter Thirty-Three
21 October 1822
The grand hallsof Rockford Manor buzzed with activity as the household staff hurried about, each person focused on their tasks for the gala. Lora moved briskly through the corridors, her day dress swishing softly with each step. Beside her, Mrs. Turner, the housekeeper, kept pace, her keen eyes overseeing every detail.
“Mrs. Turner, have the floral arrangements for the drawing room arrived?” Lora asked, her voice steady but tinged with anticipation.
“They have, my lady. I’ve instructed the footmen to place them as we discussed,” Mrs. Turner replied, her tone efficient yet reassuring.
They passed through the dining room, where footmen were setting out polished silverware and gleaming crystal glasses, the clinking sounds adding to the masterpiece of preparations. The long table was adorned with fresh linens and delicate centerpieces of roses and lilies, the fragrance filling the air.
Lora paused for a moment, adjusting a slightly off-center painting. “The arrangements look exquisite,” she remarked, admiring the artistry of the displays. “Even the table looks like an enchanted garden.”
“Thank you, my lady. Mr. Wickham outdid himself,” Mrs. Turner replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “And the gardener is putting the finishing touches on the greenhouse as we speak.”
They stepped out onto the veranda and proceeded down the path that led them toward the heart of the preparations, the greenhouse. The gentle hum of activity followed them, the sound of busy hands transforming the estate into a magical setting.
Approaching the greenhouse, Lora’s eyes widened, delighted at what she saw. The structure had been transformed into an enchanted garden, a vision of beauty and elegance. Arched entrances were decorated with climbing roses and ivy, creating a fairytale-like entryway. Inside, a myriad of blooming flowers in vibrant colors greeted them, their petals dewy and fresh.
Mr. Wickham, the gardener, meticulously placed the final touches on a topiary shaped like a swan. He had arranged the floral displays of lavender, roses, dahlias, and chrysanthemums, all in shades of purple. He looked up as they entered, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“I hope you and Lady Harriet found your rooms adequate,” Mrs. Turner asked.
“We certainly did. Thank you for making the arrangements. It was very thoughtful of you.”
“I’m glad you’re pleased, but it wasn’t my doing. His Grace told me to make the arrangements. Now, if you’ll come with me.” Mrs. Turner motioned toward another part of the greenhouse. “We are nearly ready.”
“They are beautiful, Mr. Wickham. And perfect.” Lora said. “His Grace gave me flowers like these.”
“Yes, I know, my lady. It was the first time I ever saw him pick flowers himself. Quite fussy he was.” Mr. Wickham nodded. “He specifically asked for these for today.”
“He did? How thoughtful.” Lora walked through the rows of flowers, her fingers lightly brushing the petals. “It is beyondbeautiful, Mr. Wickham. You have truly created an enchanted garden.”
Mr. Wickham bowed slightly, his face beaming with pride. “Thank you, my lady. It has been a labor of love.”
Candles in ornate holders were strategically placed throughout the greenhouse, ready to be lit as dusk approached. Lanterns, powered by hidden oil lamps, were nestled among the hanging baskets, their twinkling light enhancing the fairy-tale ambiance.
“The guests will be enchanted,” Mrs. Turner said, her voice filled with confidence. “This will be an evening to remember.”
Lora took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. “I hope so, Mrs. Turner. Tonight, we must show them the beauty and elegance of Rockford Manor.”
With a final nod of approval, they turned and headed back toward the manor. The preparations were complete, and all was ready for an unforgettable evening.
“Lora, there you are.” Harriet approached from the main hall. “What do you look so pleased about?”
“Everything looks perfect. Mrs. Turner’s staff has the kitchen in hand. It’s time for the final briefing. Everyone is in the drawing room.” Harriet looped her arm through Lora’s, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
As they moved through the corridor, the murmurs of conversation grew louder, filling the air with a buzz of excitement. The scent of freshly polished wood and floral arrangements added to the sense of occasion. They entered the drawing room, where the warmth of a crackling fireplace greeted them.
Taking their seats, they joined Rockford, who looked composed. Adam leaned against the doorframe with a thoughtful expression, and Barrington, whose eyes held a sparkof curiosity. The room hummed with nervous energy and determination, every person poised for the briefing to unfold.
“Everyone is clear about their duties?” Rockford looked around the room.
The group nodded, determination etched on their faces.
“Very well, please be here and ready to greet our first guests at 7 o’clock.”
