Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) (48 page)

Chapter Three

Despite the fact that he was feeling a bit dizzy already, Phillip reached out and grabbed another white wine from the server as he passed. The server stopped to allow him to take the glass and then bowed slightly, moving on through the crowd. Phillip watched him go, feeling
a sour
anger raging through him. He didn’t know why he ever attended or hosted these dances. They
were filled
with egomaniacal wenches and shrews. Every one of them.

He felt a pang of regret and guilt. They weren’t all wenches and shrews. But there were enough there to undermine the confidence he spent weeks building up before the Season started. Every Season was the same for him. He wasn’t going to attend many more. He was beginning to tire of the whole thing.

He saw Cornelius heading his way, an intent look in his eyes. He grumbled to himself, wondering what his young friend was going to say. Cornelius
generally
talked to him about politics and
finances,
but Phillip had a feeling that wasn’t what this conversation was going to
be about
. The look his friend had on his face was more joyous, mixed with a bit of sneakiness. He admitted he found himself to be very curious.

He lifted his glass as Cornelius approached and the young man lifted
his
in return.

“Good evening, Phillip. How is your evening going?”

Phillip shook his head, relieved that his friend was there to
talk to
. “It’s just another ball. Just another dance to watch all these ladies spinning in circles going nowhere.”

Cornelius shook his hand while at the same time shaking his head. “A sour puss, you are, my friend, but I understand. Are you setting your sights on anyone in the place?” He stood next to Phillip and gazed out at the crowd.

“No. I can’t say that I am.”

“Have you danced with Marie Downing?”

Phillip was quiet for a moment as he scanned the women before his eyes settled on Marie, who was still standing at the piano, now accompanied by Lucinda and Jenny. They were talking about something that was making them laugh.

“The piano player?”

Cornelius was a bit discouraged by Phillip’s
plain
description of Marie but pressed on. “Yes, that’s her. She doesn’t always play the piano.” He looked at Phillip. “Though I admit that’s where she usually is.”

“I hadn’t thought of her. She doesn’t dance or open herself up to dancing.”

“She would. She just hasn’t been asked by the right man.”

“I doubt very much I am that
man,
” Phillip said.

“You sell yourself short, my friend. You should ask her for a place on her dance card. It’s very open. So far, she only has one spot slotted. And that’s with me.”

“Why don’t you dance with her then?”

Cornelius laughed. “Oh, I plan to. We are great friends. But I am interested in Lady Caldwell. It concerns me that you are not having a good time. I thought I would suggest a change in your routine.”

“Your concern means a great deal to me.” Phillip looked at his friend with amusement.

“Does it?” Cornelius smiled at him.

“I am thinking about the piano player’s sister. Jenny. I find she is the only one who shows proper respect for me.”

Cornelius’ smile faltered. Marie would be hurt to hear that the Duke was planning to choose her younger sister over her. She felt her prospects were limited. Jenny’s were not. Cornelius suppressed a sigh. “Do you plan to move forward with Jenny?” He asked hesitantly. “I know that Marie would also treat you with respect. You should dance with her, at least once.”

Phillip looked at him
closely
. “She is a dear friend of
yours,
and you are encouraging
me
to dance with her? Don’t you know what a bastard I am?”

Cornelius laughed suddenly. “My friend! You are no such thing. You have many
fine
qualities.”

Phillip’s mood
was lifted,
and he felt much more spirited since his friend came over. “You
are being
polite,
” he said.

“I have no need to be polite to you, Phillip. We are already
friends,
and I’m not a lady for you to court!”

They laughed together.

“I will consider a dance with
her,
” Phillip said finally.

“That is wonderful. I’m sure she will be delighted.”

“Perhaps you will set it up for me? Find out when she is available?”

“I think it is more whether or not you are available, Phillip. You are the host. Is your schedule already full?”

Phillip pondered it for a moment. “I suppose it is for the night. And your Marie will need to be playing the piano
anyway
. I do believe she will be singing shortly as well. She does have a beautiful voice.”

“She does.” Cornelius nodded in agreement.

“I will have to dance
with
her next time. If she comes out from behind the piano.”

“We will just have to make sure she does.”

Phillip watched the three sisters, thinking that they were all
very beautiful
women. He could, by rights, have his choice. But
he
wasn’t about to imprison himself to a life of misery by choosing a woman for her looks. He desired respect and love. Not position and outer beauty. Many of the women he danced with were charming. But he could see through the
fake
behavior to what was underneath. They wanted to be a Duchess. That was clear to see. They didn’t care how he felt about them. And that was if they didn’t turn away in disgust because of the way
he
looked. He knew his facial scar made him look angry most of the time. But there was nothing he could do about that.

Marie laughed, looked over and caught his eye. They gazed at each other for a moment before both of them moved their eyes away. He wondered what she thought when she looked at him.

Most likely the same thing the rest of them thought. Something unpleasant.

But her eyes had lingered a little longer than the other women who looked at him. And there was something about her smile. It hadn’t slipped when he caught her eye.

He wondered
…

A few days later, the door to Marie’s room burst
open,
and Jenny came running through, sobbing, her hands covering her face. Marie stood up from her place at the desk and ran to her.

“Jenny! What’s happened? What’s wrong?” Marie grabbed her sister and took her to her bed beside the desk, sitting on the edge with her arms still wrapped around her. She began to rock her and smooth her hair back from her forehead.

“Oh, Marie, it’s horrible! It’s
horrible
!”

“Sshhh. Tell me what’s wrong, my dear?”

She looked over when Lucinda and Caroline came through the open door, both shaking their heads and looking tragic.

“Wait till you hear, Marie. Oh my goodness!” Lucinda came straight over to the bed and sat on the opposite side of Jenny, facing her sister to comfort her like Marie. “It’s going to be okay, Jenny. It really will! Somehow it will change. Something has to change!
Oh,
my!
Oh,
my!” Lucinda was still shaking her head. She looked up at Marie.

“Will you tell me what’s happened?” Marie asked softly.

“Oh, that brute Duke Arlington has asked papa for Jenny’s hand in marriage and plans to begin courting her! They are to meet for a carriage ride and dinner tomorrow afternoon!”

Marie felt her heart fall into her
stomach,
and she was sure she became quite pale. “Phillip? I mean, Phillip Arlington? Duke Arlington?” She didn’t know why she kept repeating his name. She couldn’t seem to get it out correctly.

Lucinda narrowed her eyes. “Yes. You know, the ugly one with the scar.”

“He isn’t ugly, for goodness sake!” Marie said defensively.

Lucinda’s eyes went from narrow to wide open. She stared at Marie, still
patting
Jenny’s back. She didn’t say
anything,
and Marie was glad.

Marie turned her attention to Jenny. She leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Jenny, my dear, this is tragic news. What…what about Jonathan?”

Jenny lifted her head up, dropping her hands angrily in her lap and turned
raging
eyes to Marie, who pulled away a little in surprise. “
Yes
!” She snapped. “What about
Jonathan
! What about my
Jonathan
! What about
me
! What about what
I
want! I won’t do it!
I won’t do it!”
She stuffed one hand
in
her mouth and screamed into it.

“Calm yourself,
sister,
” Marie said, soothingly, moving back in to hug her sister and whisper in her ear. “I must beg you to calm yourself and think logically for a moment. We can figure something out. I promise you we can.”

Jenny’s anger abated enough for her to wrap one arm around Marie and push her face into her sister’s shoulder.

“Oh, Marie, I don’t see how. Papa has already given his consent.”

“
Phi..
Duke Arlington could change his mind. You never know.”

“He’s
not
going to do that.” Madeline had appeared in the doorway and was leaning against it, one hand on her hip. “He’s determined. I’m glad it wasn’t me he picked, ugly old hound dog. I wouldn’t want to do it either. I’d throw such a fit!”

Marie held in her anger, wincing when Madeline called him an ugly hound dog. She was seething inside but kept her eyes on Jenny. She shook her head and put one hand under Jenny’s chin when she looked toward Madeline, turning it back so that Jenny was looking at her again. “Listen to me, Jenny. We will figure something out. I know you don’t want to marry the Duke and you don’t think there’s a way
out,
but we’ll figure one out! I will think about it all night until I come up with a plan. Okay?”

“Why are you so invested?” Madeline asked suspiciously, coming in the room and staring hard at Marie. “What do you care whether Jenny marries the Duke? It would make her a Duchess! She would be wealthier and have a much higher station. Is that it? Are you jealous because she will be a Duchess and you won’t be?”

“No, of course not! I would never think that!” Marie was struggling to hold on to her fury. She wanted to slap her sister.

“Then you must be in love with the Duke!” Madeline
spat
out the words as if they could never be true. Marie sputtered but could not come up with a response. Madeline stopped advancing suddenly and narrowed her eyes. “That’s it, isn’t it? Isn’t it, Marie? Fess up, sister! You love the ugly old hound dog, don’t you?”

Marie balled up her fists and stood up to face Madeline. “Will you please stop calling him that! He’s…he’s not ugly! It’s a
scar,
that’s all! It won’t be passed on to his children, should he ever have any. Why do you have to be so nasty, Madeline? What has the Duke ever done to you?”

Madeline stood her ground, not backing off from her little sister. “He’s never done anything to
me,
and I’ve never done anything to him. He’s an old coot who can’t find a proper lady.”

“
Well,
he certainly didn’t pick you to be his Duchess!” Marie cried out.

“Nor you!” Madeline responded.

“
Oh
!” Marie turned her back to her sister and sat next to Jenny again, taking her little sister’s face in her hands.

“You will not worry, Jenny. I will hatch a plan. We will figure something out, I promise!”

Jenny’s eyes were wide and filled with tears. Marie thought how pretty she was even with her red eyes and nose. Jenny’s voice shook a little when she said, “Do you
really
have feelings for Duke Phillip, Marie? Because I would feel even worse if I had to marry him, knowing that you wanted him from the start.”

Marie shook her head and pulled Jenny into another hug. “Don’t you worry about me, sister. I will figure something out where we will all be happy.”

She ignored Madeline, who snorted behind her in a very unladylike fashion.

Chapter Four

When Marie woke up the next morning, she shot out of bed and had her robe around her shoulders in mere moments. She rushed out of her door, down the hall and into Jenny’s room, where her sister was sleeping soundly in her large pink canopy bed. Marie tossed back the curtain and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking Jenny awake gently.

“Jenny. Jenny, wake up, I think I know what to do! Jenny, wake up!”

Her sister opened her eyes to slits and then wider. “Marie? Oh! What is it?
Have you
thought of a plan? Oh, thank goodness.” In only a few moments, Jenny went from lying
in
her bed asleep, to sitting up and then falling back onto her pillow in relief. She picked up the pillow next to her own and hugged it to her, sitting up again. “Tell me what you’ve thought of, Marie.”

“I’m going to talk to Papa.”

Jenny looked crestfallen. “That’s your plan? But the Duke…”

“Wait for me to finish.” Marie smiled at
her,
and Jenny pressed her lips together with a small grin. “I’m going to talk to Papa because he was previously unaware of my feelings for the Duke. I’m sure if he knows that I would be a better choice than you for
marriage;
he will approach the Duke about it. I also thought that perhaps you could feign illness today and not go on the carriage ride with him. Instead, Papa will ask if it would be all right if I went along. The Duke has not spoken to me since the beginning of the Season…”

“Because you’re always playing that piano.”

Marie blushed as she went on. “Yes, I know that, Jenny.” She giggled a little. “Regardless, I believe that if Papa mentions me as a possible substitute, Phillip will take him seriously. You know how much in high regard he holds Papa.”

“Yes, I do. Oh Marie, do you think it will work? Do you think Papa will play along?”

Marie nodded vigorously. “I know he will. He is always striving to do what will make us happy. And this way, we need not tell him about Jonathan quite yet.”

“
Oh,
that would be wonderful, Marie. I thought I was going to have to run away and get married to Jonathan elsewhere, leaving everything behind. I don’t even know if Jon would do that, considering how much work he’s put into restoring his father’s farm.”

“Yes, that wouldn’t be a good thing.” Marie scolded her lightly. “I want to be there for your wedding, don’t you ever forget that. Even if you went away to marry, I expect to be given notice so that I might buy a train ticket to wherever you are. But that won’t happen now. All will be
well;
you’ll see. I’m going to talk to Papa now. I know that Phillip was supposed to retrieve you at half past noon. Is that right?”

Jenny just nodded.

“Well, I will get ready. You stay in bed. I will bring you
breakfast,
and we will say that you aren’t feeling well.”

“I wasn’t feeling well until now.” Jenny smiled at her. Marie pulled her into a hug.

“I told you I would think of something.”

“Well, it helps that you have feelings for Duke
Arlington,
” Jenny said. “Love motivates us to do strange and crazy things, doesn’t it, Marie?”

Marie nodded and gave her a soft grin. “It sure does, Jenny.”

Marie dressed as quickly as she was able. She hurried downstairs and sent a servant to fetch Cornelius. She wanted to know if she should expect a brutal response from the man before she ventured off in a carriage with him.

The servant came back with Cornelius in tow. When her friend saw her dressed for a carriage ride, his eyes opened wide. “Marie! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite so…”

“Quite so what, Cornie?” Marie was anxious not to look out of sorts. She looked down at her mahogany colored gown. She had allowed Jenny to put her hair into long intertwined braids that wrapped around her head.
There were loose strands circling
her cheeks and touching her chin.

She blew one away absentmindedly and gave him a
wide-eyed
look. “Cornie?”

He shook his head as if to get his senses back together. “You look radiant, Marie.
I’ve never seen you so beautiful!”

She gasped and put one hand over her mouth. “Why, Cornelius Argabright, I’ve never heard such a lovely compliment. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Now tell me, what was so urgent that you sent a messenger to fetch me at this time of the morning?”

“When you talked to Duke Arlington at the ball the other day, what did he say? Did he say anything about me?”

“Not a lot. He said you were the piano player. Didn’t you see him looking at you?”

“I
did,
but he did not hold eye contact for long.”

“What’s happened to make you think of this?”

“He has asked Papa for Jenny’s hand. He wants to court her.”

Cornelius frowned. “Really? How peculiar. I would have put all my money on him waiting to at least dance with you. I wonder why he chose to do this out of the blue?”

“He gave you no indication that he was sweet on Jenny?”

They were walking through the garden toward the
house,
and Cornelius couldn’t help admiring the beautiful flowers, shrubs and apple and cherry trees all around him.  “None whatsoever, Marie, I promise I would have told you. He did mention her but not in a context that he would do something like this.”

“Well, something must be done. I have made a
plan,
and I would like for you to be present when I speak to my Papa about it.”

“I will be here for you, Marie. What do you want me to do exactly?”

She grabbed his arm and squeezed it, smiling up at him. “Just be my support, Cornie. Okay?”

He placed one hand over hers and smiled back at her. “All right, Marie. Whatever you need, dear.”

“Have you made any progress with your sweetheart?” Marie asked, curiously.

He chuckled. “A little. But let’s focus on your situation today.”

They both laughed.

Marie’s Papa didn’t seem surprised when she told him of her affections for Duke
Arlington,
and she wondered if she had somehow given herself away. He assured her that she had not been making a fool of herself. After all, she was usually behind the piano. He agreed to send her on the carriage ride in place of her ill sister.

“Do you think he will be angry, Papa?” Marie asked.

He chuckled. “No, I dare say, he won’t be. He would probably be flattered if I told him you volunteered to go.”

“Do you think it would be wise to tell him that?”

“I think I might.” Her father said, a contemplative look on his face.

“It would be nice for him to feel…”

“Wanted?” Her father supplied. She nodded. “I agree. Do you know much about Phillip?”

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you will find that he is a very
agreeable
man.”

“I’m sure he could be nothing less if you were in agreement that he could court and marry Jenny.”

“You are a smart girl.” Her father grinned at her. “He is a very open man and can be very kind to people. He has been angry and bitter for years now. But he has a good soul under the rough exterior.”

“I’m terribly glad to hear that, Papa. I was hoping he was just that way. I…I could see it in his eyes the times we have been together at the balls and dances.”

“Why have you never approached him?”

“I…I don’t know. He always seems upset when he’s at the gatherings.”

Her father nodded. “He has been rejected and spit upon by both ladies and gentlemen for some time now. Because of the scar. Do you not find that unattractive?”

“I feel it brings
certain
character to his face that he would not otherwise have.”

“The blade came dangerously close to taking his eye, did you know that?”

“I did not.” Marie lifted her hands to put over her mouth in surprise. “He was blessed to keep his eyes then!”

“Yes, he was. All right, dear, he will be here any minute. I will go out and greet him and see if he is willing to do the swap.” He
smiled,
and she grinned back.

“Thank you, Papa.”

As they pulled away from the house, Marie’s heart was thumping in her chest so hard she thought it might come out somehow. She looked up to the second floor and saw Jenny standing in the corner of her window, watching them. She lifted one hand slightly and waved. Jenny waved back.

“So your sister has taken ill, has she?” Phillip asked, looking down at her. She felt herself being analyzed and wondered what he thought of her.

“Yes, she has a migraine.”

“Oh, that’s
very unfortunate
then. My good wishes go to her.”

She smiled, scanning his face the way he was with her.

“I have not danced with you, have I?” Phillip asked.

She tilted her head slightly to the side and responded, “Only last Season, sir. Not this one.”

“Please dispense of the
‘sir.'
I would ask that you call me Phillip.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Phillip.”

“And I’ll call you Marie.”

“Yes,
si..
Yes, Phillip.”

He chuckled. “You are always
behind
the piano, aren’t you?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“You play well. The music is lovely every time.”

“Thank you so much.”
Her cheeks were on fire, and she had to hide her smile behind her hands for fear it might look silly for her to be smiling so big.

Phillip was secretly glad that Jenny had not been able to come on the carriage ride. As soon as he had left the Downing mansion, he’d known he’d made a mistake. There was no reason to choose so
soon
and so abruptly, especially when he didn’t know the young woman, Jenny, very well. She was
pretty
, delicate and young. He knew that she was not abrasive or the kind of woman who would shame him in public. Even if they never found love, at
least,
he would retain his
dignity,
and her beauty was outstanding.

But the longer he looked at Marie, the more he realized that she held a special kind of beauty he hadn’t seen before. At the balls and dances, she always seemed like a part of the furniture
…
or the musical instruments
anyway
. She blended in with her piano. He didn’t know any of the other
key
players in the orchestra either. But this one
…
his interest was growing by the moment. When she looked at him, it wasn’t with
hard
eyes, curious eyes that always landed on his
scar
or a look of mindless obedience. Her eyes screamed that she cared about him, even though she barely knew him.

Marie wasn’t used to
be scrutinized
in such a manner. She was aching to know what he was thinking about her. She didn’t have to wait very long.

“Did you send Cornelius over to talk to me at the ball, Marie?” he asked. She blushed
furiously,
and he knew what the answer was.

“I did. I hope that wasn’t too forward of me.”

“Not at all, Marie, not at all. Have you been thinking about doing that for a while?”

Marie hesitated. “All…all season.”

“Well.” He didn’t
continue,
and she was forced to look up and see how his face looked. She didn’t see his scar anymore. She saw a pair of soft brown eyes, wavy brown hair and a trim beard and mustache. She saw a handsome, kind-looking man and hoped he was seeing what he desired in her.

He held out his
hand,
and she rested hers
in
it. He lifted it and gave her hand a soft kiss. “You are a very sweet young lady.”

“I admire you, too, my lord.”

He shook his head. “Phillip, my dear. If we are to court, you will need to call me Phillip. I cannot have a future wife calling me “my lord.”

His words sent a shockwave of excitement and warm pleasure through her whole body. Her smile beamed out at him. He couldn’t help smiling back.

“You are lovely, Marie.”

“Oh, Phillip.” She giggled.

“Were you hoping I would feel this way?”

“I was, yes.”

He nodded. “Good. I see you are an honest woman, unafraid to speak the truth. I like that. I think we will get along well.”

He took her hand and kissed it again, sending chills up Marie’s arm. She felt weak in the knees and was glad they were taking a ride instead of going for a walk.