Marguerite's Pledge for Redemption
[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal] "Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her. The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time. "What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?" "Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition. The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality. "I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham. She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title. When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes? And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?
Chapter 42 - Talent, Passion, and Success
Grace Sheffield, ten years old, was one of the unremarkable children who lived in a small town named Norfolk.
She liked to play, draw, and read.
But above everything, she liked to eat sweets.
Her father worked as a head chef in the Canterbury House, a living he had only obtained the previous year after his predecessor unexpectedly passed away from severe heart condition.
His salary was not meager by all means, but it was certainly not enough to buy Grace all the fancy sweets and pastries she loved to eat.
Thus Grace learned how to make her own desserts.
She learned how to make caramel.
She learned how to whisk cream to perfection.
She learned how to control the fire in her father's old oven to not burn the cake.
She was pretty satisfied with herself.
Her latest creations were several cups of bread pudding she made for her father's birthday. It was distributed among the kitchen chefs and the maids and even the butler.