glasses and crockery. Celestria watched them construct her fantasy with great excitement. It wouldnât be sophisticated like London parties, but she was so starved of distraction that she didnât mind. There would be plenty of people to admire her, and she would dance the night away with Dan Wilmotte in whichever dress she chose to wear. Finally something would rouse this sleepy crevice of Cornwall into action, and who knows, she might even fall in love. Her mother always said that love came when you least expected it.
Lotty and Melissa were just as excited as Celestria and faced with the very real concern of finding husbands. With her long auburn hair Lotty was the prettier of the two, but, as Pamela cruelly used to say, âin the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed man is king.â Neither dazzled, poor creatures. Like so many English girls they had oval faces with small chins and watery blue eyes, all inherited from their mother, Penelope. Pamela referred to that type of girl as âegg-faced.â Often the egg face was a sign of aristocratic bloodâthough not in Lotty and Melissaâs case, of course. Milton had a strong, handsome face with big eyes and a firm, angular jaw, inherited by the fortunate David, who was also tall and athletic. What a pity his daughters hadnât been so lucky. Pamela was melodramatic and selfish, but at least she had given Celestria a beautiful face.
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Down on the beach, the morning of the dance, Celestria escaped having to help Julia with the flowers. Melissa was too good-hearted to hide out with her, but she had managed to coerce Lotty into joining her. The girls lay on towels in the sunshine, while Bouncy dug a hole with Nanny and the boys played cricket with Purdy. Celestria wore a pair of white shorts and a turquoise shirt, knotted at the breast, that turned her gray eyes blue. Lotty wore white slacksâshe didnât like to show her legs, they were as sturdy as a ponyâsâand a sunhat hid her fair and freckled skin.
âAre you sure we shouldnât be helping out?â she asked with a frown.
Celestria stretched lazily. âWeâd only get in the way. Too many cooks spoil the broth. Besides, someone has to look out for the boys, as Nanny only has eyes for Bouncy.â
âDonât we all? I long for a baby,â added Lotty with a sigh.
âYou have to find a man first, or didnât Aunt Penelope tell you the facts of life?â
A small smile crept across Lottyâs face. âYou can keep a secret, canât you?â
âYou know I can,â Celestria replied, propping herself up on her elbow.
âI havenât even told Melissa.â
âOh, I doubt sheâd be able to keep a secret from your mother, and Aunt Penelopeâs got a voice like a foghorn.â
âSo I can trust you?â
âOf course.â
She paused, then plunged in. âIâm in love, Celestria. Really and truly in love.â Her eyes shone with happiness.
âWho with? Do I know him?â
âThatâs the problem. Heâs not one of us.â
âNot top drawer?â Celestria was appalled but at the same time intrigued. If he was rich, what did it matter? âNew money?â
âI donât think he has very much. Heâs a pianist.â
âFrancis Browne,â said Celestria jubilantly.
Lotty looked startled. âHow do you know?â
âHeâs your new piano teacher. Mamaâs considering getting rid of old Mrs. Gilstone and replacing her with him, which would be a blessing from my point of view. Mrs. Gilstone had bad breath. Your mother says heâs rather good. Heâs obviously too good!â
âHeâs talented, sensitive, and kind.â Lottyâs face, lit up by love, looked almost beautiful.
âOh dear. I suppose he loves you back?â
âYes. He wants to marry me.â
âYou could always elope. Thatâs very romantic and the kind
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington