Free Secrets of a Summer Night by Lisa Kleypas

of a peer. Most gentlemen of the aristocracy wanted to marry a girl who was serene, regal, self-effacing… the kind of wife whose sole purpose was to make her husband the focus of admiring attention. However, enjoying the Bowmans’ company as Annabelle did, she thought it would be a pity for either of them to have to repress the innocent audacity that made them so beguiling.
    Suddenly, she caught sight of Evie, who had entered the room with the reluctance of a mouse who had been thrown into a sack of cats. Evie’s face relaxed as she saw Annabelle and the Bowmans. Murmuring something to her dour-looking aunt, she headed toward them with a smile.
    “
Evie
,” Daisy squealed in delight, beginning to rush toward the girl. Annabelle caught her gloved arm and whispered to her.
    “Wait! If you draw attention to Evie, she’ll probably faint from embarrassment.”
    Daisy stopped obediently and flashed her an un-abashed grin. “You’re right. I’m an absolute savage.”
    “I wouldn’t say that, dear—” Lillian soothed.
    “Thank you,” Daisy said in pleased surprise.
    “You’re merely a quasi-savage,” her older sister finished.
    Biting back a laugh, Annabelle slipped her arm behind Evie’s slender waist. “How lovely you look tonight,” she said. Evie’s hair had been piled at the crown of her head in a mass of gleaming red curls and fastened with pearl-tipped pins. The scattering of amber freckles across her nose only increased her appeal, as if nature had given in to a moment of whimsy and sprinkled a few flecks of extra sunlight over her.
    Evie leaned into her partial hug as if she was seeking comfort. “Aunt F-Florence says I look like a f-flaming torch with my hair pinned up like this,” she said.
    Daisy scowled at the comment. “Your aunt Florence should hardly make such statements when
she
looks like a hobgoblin.”
    “Daisy, hush,” Lillian said sternly.
    Annabelle kept her gloved arm around Evie’s waist, reflecting that from what little the girl had related to her, Aunt Florence appeared to take heartless delight in shredding what little confidence Evie possessed. After Evie’s mother had died at a young age, the family had taken the unfortunate girl into its respectable bosom — and the ensuing years of criticism had left Evie’s self-confidence decidedly battered.
    Evie’s smile contained a flash of amusement as she regarded the Bowman sisters. “She’s not a h-hobgoblin. I’ve always thought of her as m-more of a troll.”
    Annabelle laughed in delight at the little jab. “Tell me,” she said, “have any of you seen Lord Kendall yet? I was told that he is one of the very few unmarried men here — and aside from Westcliff, the only bachelor with a title.”
    “The competition for Kendall is going to be brutal,” Lillian remarked. “Fortunately, Daisy and I have come up with just the plan to entrap an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage.” She crooked her finger for them to come closer.
    “I’m afraid to ask,” Annabelle said, “but how?”
    “You will entice him into a compromising situation, at which time the three of us will conveniently happen along and ‘catch’ you together. And then the gentleman will be honor-bound to ask for your hand in marriage.”
    “Brilliant, isn’t it?” Daisy asked.
    Evie looked at Annabelle dubiously. “It’s rather under-handed, isn’t it?”
    “There’s no ‘rather’ about it,” Annabelle replied. “But I’m afraid that I can think of nothing better, can you?”
    Evie shook her head. “No,” she admitted. “The question is, are we all s-so desperate to catch husbands that we’ll resort to any means, be they fair or foul?”
    “I am,” Annabelle said without hesitation.
    “So are we,” Daisy said cheerfully.
    Evie regarded the three of them uncertainly. “I can’t toss aside
all
scruples. That is, I sh-shouldn’t care to deceive a man into doing something that he—”
    “Evie,” Lillian interrupted impatiently,