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Chapter XI – Love, Tears, and Glory

Book: Desire & Decorum

Series: Unspoken Desires (Modern Desire & Decorum AU)

Summary: Love is full of imperfections, but it never fails. At least, that's the hope we all have.

Characters: Beatrice Foredale (MC|OC), Luke Harper, Ernest Sinclaire; Vincent Foredale; Edmund Marlcaster; Briar Daly, and other OC’s and Choices universe characters … I only own my OC’s.  The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.

Word Count: +/- 14 319

Rating: General

Notes: 💖English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors. There was no beta reader this time.

💖 This is my submission for @choicesficwriterscreations ‘Fics of the week’ and ‘July 2025 Monthly Challenge Prompts’ - 07: summer vacation. Thank you, @jerzwriter!

Although it was the English elite who made polo popular, it was the Dowager Countess who turned it into a fever in Edgewater’s lands.

A lifelong fan of the sport of kings (I mean, who doesn't like to see handsome guys riding horses?), Countess Dominique took advantage of her husband's love of horses to bring her old passion into her new home.

And that's how the E.P.W– The Edgewater Polo Weekend – started. Year, yes, year no, national and international polo stars gather in Edgewater on the first weekend of August to play several friendly matches for charity.

Even though the parade of stars attracts many visitors and delights the residents, the locals look forward to the final match between Edgewater and Ledford Park.

The immemorial friendship between the two estates is then forgotten during the time of the match. Each of the two estates teamed up with members of their respective families and staff to represent their colours. The losing estate had to offer the winners a fancy dinner on that Sunday and throw a party for the Moorfield community on the following weekend.

For years, Matthew Sinclaire and Vincent Foredale led their respective teams, providing an exciting spectacle for the audience. Matthew Sinclaire was an exceptionally good player, achieving many victories for Ledford Park. Nothing that would shake the friendship with Vincent. The two best friends soon bury the hatchet.

After the previous E.P.W, they had decided that the following year would be their last year as team leaders. Their children were now old enough to take over the reins, and they could just sit down and enjoy the excitement of the game.

Life's plot twists led to a change of plans. Without Matthew, Vincent felt there was no point in continuing as captain. Maybe a change would bring some luck to the house. Yet he delayed making a final decision until the last moment. After some pressure from Dominique at dinner, Vincent finally revealed his strategy for that year.

“As you already know, I decided to step down from the polo team leadership. It's time for others to shine. Edmund will arrive at short notice, but the morning training will be sufficient. I spoke to Prince Liam, and he agreed to be part of the team this year. He has been playing polo since he was a child, so he will be a great asset to us.”

Harry was so certain that his father's next sentence would be the announcement of him as the new captain of the team that he immediately began his 'thank you speech' before his father had finished speaking. “It'll be an honour, father. I will do everything I can to bring the cup to Edgewater.”

“What do you mean it's going to be Luke?” Henrietta’s shrill indignation drowned out Harry's voice. And made him fall off his pedestal.

“Father, that’s ridiculous! It should be me, or at least Edmund! It's going to be a humiliation! I'm a skilful player! You've said it yourself many times! I can do this!”

Beatrice already knew about her father's decision. Luke was so happy, he couldn't resist telling her. She was so proud of him that she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. Seeing Henrietta and Harry completely freaked out also amused her. Her little joy ignited her brother's anger even more.

“I'm sure your dear daughter had something to do with this absurd decision!” Harry spoke in an accusatory tone.

“It's not my fault that he's a better rider and player than you. Stop blaming me for everything bad that's happened to you!” Beatrice protested.

“Enough, Harry! Calm yourself now! You no longer have five years to throw a tantrum every time you have some frustration. It's time for you to start controlling your temper.” Dominique imposed order.

“Thank you, mother.” Vincent resumed speaking. “You are, without a doubt, a good player, Harry. Although friendly, it is still a competition. A competition we haven't been winning lately. I have to think about what's best for the team. Luke is very experienced. With him as captain, you, Edmund, and Liam can easily knock them off their horse. In addition to my interest in winning, this is a lesson for my two children present here: often, what is best for the family, for the business, to fulfil our duty... whatever it may be... will not always be what we would like it to be. It may require us to sacrifice our personal preferences, our comfort, our feelings... or our pride.”

Harry and Henrietta continued to sulk throughout dinner.

After dinner, the whole house could hear that the discussion had a second act in the bureau. “I don't understand your obsession with this boy, Vincent. Sometimes it seems like you are prouder of him than of your own son! Unless there's anything else I should know about him... After her, I fear anything is possible.”

“I will not give you the pleasure of arguing with you, Henrietta.” The Earl replied calmly. “The rules do not prohibit him from playing. On the contrary, they encourage the inclusion of everyone. Because Edgewater wouldn't be standing if it weren't for people like the Harpers and others who have helped us for so many years. Furthermore, my decisions always had in mind what was best for the family. Sometimes they are convenient for you; sometimes they are not. Too bad. Many of them haven't made me happy, either. Despite what you might think, it’s not just about increasing our chances of winning. I'm going to take this opportunity to teach children a lesson: in life, it doesn't matter how good we are at doing or knowing or how much we deserve something. There will always be the risk of someone surpassing us or taking what we think belongs to us. Frustration, if not tamed, is dangerous and only makes us and those we love unhappy. Adolescence is our last chance to do that.”

“If all this were with her, you would be milder.” Henrietta was quick to accuse.

“You never get tired of arguing, do you?” Vincent frowned

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“I just wish you could have seen their faces..." Beatrice laughed as she spoke to Luke on the phone, telling him what had happened at dinner. “She's still torturing my father over it.” Entering her room, Beatrice saw Briar curled up on her bed. Sunny was cuddled up to her. I have a situation here, Luke... I'll text you later. Love you.” Beatrice hung up the call. “What happened, Briar? Are you sick? Did Henrietta pick on you?”

Briar didn't say a word, but she started crying profusely. Beatrice laid in bed next to her and held her friend’s hand. After letting her cry for a couple of minutes, Beatrice insisted again, “Did you argue with your mother? Someone hurt you? Please say something, Briar!”

“Edmund...” Briar tried to explain herself between sobs. “He must have found out what happened between Arthur and me... He doesn't answer my calls, doesn't reply to my texts... I am a horrible girlfriend... I am a horrible person!”

“Briar, look at me! First, he has no way of knowing; second, he must be very busy getting things ready to arrive on the weekend; third, that's your guilty conscience talking.”

“If this is true, call him to see if he answers your call or not.” Briar sniffed.

"No, I'm not going to call him. I will not feed your fears. Edmund will arrive in a couple of days, and everything will be sorted out! We already have it all planned out, remember?” Beatrice embraced her.

Briar continued to whine. Sunny licked his face. Briar couldn't help but let out a small smile.

“He might even be my favourite brother. However, no matter what happens, you are my sister forever. I will always be by your side.” Beatrice reassured her friend. “Did I tell you Liam is arriving tomorrow?” Beatrice changed the subject to try to cheer Briar up.

“Luke isn't upset about Liam coming to play?” Briar followed the topic change.

“Luke finally understood that Liam is not a threat to him, at least as far as my heart is concerned. In fact, he was quite pleased that Liam is an experienced player. It seems that the testosterone desire for to win is stronger than any possible little jealousy.”

Briar, although still sniffling, smiled at her friend's observations. Beatrice kissed her head. “There are times when I start to think that guys aren't worth the troubles they cause us, so enough of the boys for now. We have to decide what to wear on the weekend!”

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Although Prince Liam's presence required strict security measures, it was always an exciting time for the Edgewater’s residents.

His presence, along with the last-minute preparations, made Edmund's arrival almost go unnoticed.

Beatrice almost didn’t see him when they passed each other on the stair

“I expected everyone to ignore me, except you, little button,” Edmund teased.

“Eddie!” Beatrice hugged him so tightly that Edmund nearly lost his balance. “I have missed you so much!”

“Liar! You have been having a lot of fun this summer.” He pretended to pout.

“Yes, I have, but I missed my favourite brother, anyway!”

“I’ve missed you too.” He kissed her head.

“Have you seen Briar? She's been helping Pavarti all day to finish grandmother's and your mother's clothes ... I'll tell her you've arrived!”

“Don’t!” It was almost a shout. “I mean … I will see her later.”

Beatrice found his request odd, so she texted Briar to prepare her friend for the reunion.

From the top of the stairs, she saw Ernest heading for the exit.

“Ready to lose, Sinclaire?” She called him from the banister.

“You are very confident of victory.” He turned around. “However, you are not the only one with aces up your sleeve this year.” As he said this, her father appeared, accompanied by a young man, with a pronounced Scottish accent. Beatrice recognised in him some of Ernest's traits. Nevertheless, the guy looked like he was out of one of those Karen Ranney novel covers: tall, well-built, and with long untameable hair. “May I present to you Mr MacKilligan?” Beatrice detected his teasing tone. “James is my cousin and esteemed member of the Edinburgh Polo Club.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. Welcome to Edgewater.”

“You have such a lovely daughter, my Lord. My pleasure, my lady.”

Beatrice turned red. No wonder Ernest was in the mood to brag. She was already imagining that wall knocking down the Edgewater boys.

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In the morning, Beatrice went to the kitchen to look for Briar but only found Pavarti and two maids finishing breakfast.

“Where is Briar?”

"She wasn't feeling well in the morning. I let her sleep in.” Pavarti said.

They had agreed to help with the boys' polo training. Although she was not a fan of horses, Briar would not miss the opportunity to support Edmund. There was something wrong.

Later that morning, Beatrice went to Daly's cottage. When no one answered the door, Beatrice entered through a window. He found Briar lying on the bed, staring into space.

“Briar...Briar?” Beatrice had to call several times.

“Leave me alone... no, stay here... you'd better go away.” Her voice was almost imperceptible, and her speech was incoherent.

Beatrice checked her forehead. That wasn't normal for her. She was almost ice cold. “I'll call your mother...and a doctor. I'll also tell Edmund to come as soon as he can.”

“Don't call anyone, least of all him.”

Beatrice couldn't believe her ears. “What happened, Briar?”

“It’s over, Bea...”

“What do you mean? Did you talk about what happened? Did he dump you?”

“We didn't exactly get to talk about anything.” Briar swallowed her tears. “After you texted me, we went to Henrietta's quarters to deliver clothes. He was there and ignored me, not even a smile, but I thought he was just being discreet as usual. Later in the night, I went to his room... I wanted to surprise him... I took Ladoo. He loves them... I thought a sweet treat might help a difficult conversation. I knocked on the door with our special signal.” Briar could no longer hold back her tears. “He didn't open it... I insisted, and finally he did, but then he…”

“Did he insult you? Hurt you?” Beatrice was very worried about what she was hearing.

“Worse.” Briar sobbed. “Edmund sent me away.”

“Are you sure you understood well? Wouldn’t he just be tired from the trip?” Briar nodded. “Did he say anything else? Did Edmund hint that he knew something? Did he explicitly say he was breaking up with you?”

“I… I barely heard his words. Do you think he met someone in Spain, Bea? I know I have a couple of flaws, but he does have some issues as well…”

“Briar, focus on my question. Try to remember. What did he say?”

“He said something like, 'From now on, for me, you'll just be my sister's friend. It's better this way. Sorry.' Then he closed the door in my face.”

“That is very strange! There must be an explanation for this!” Beatrice thought for some time while Briar cried in her arms. “Until Sunday, I'll try to find out what happened. Until then, try to pull yourself together a little, so your mother doesn't suspect anything.”

At lunch, Beatrice never took her eyes off Edmund. He had a guilty, embarrassed look, barely looking at people. Interestingly, Harry also seemed particularly attentive to Edmund's every gesture.

Unfortunately, Beatrice didn't have time to investigate. After lunch, her father rushed her to get ready to accompany him to the players' reception, along with Henrietta and her grandmother. The Dowager Countess could not hide her enthusiasm. The excited Cordonian teenager inside her nearly jumped out of the demure countess's skin.

The teahouse served an outdoor afternoon tea in the main square.

Biting into random finger sandwiches, Beatrice couldn't stop thinking about Briar and her brother. It wasn't possible that in a couple of summer months his feelings could have changed so much. There was no way anyone could have the power to snatch him away like Briar did.

Beatrice was thinking of different strategies to extract the truth from her brother when she felt a pair of cold hands cover her eyes.

“Are you still not a lady?”

She recognised Bart's voice in her ear. “Not yet, Mr Chambers.” Beatrice laughed. “Are you here for the parties, the players or the horses?”

“I'm here at the invitation of my friend Ernest. I'm playing for the Ledford Park team on Sunday. Don't look at me so sceptically; as an Etonian, I'm obviously a decent polo player. Furthermore, I was a substitute player in the Cambridge University Polo Club. I didn't play many times, but my name is there in the records for posterity. And we have Andrew, the Ledford Park gardener, who only didn't become a professional player because he had a car accident at the time of the recruitment.”

“We'll see about that on Sunday.” She smiled. “I'm surprised your team captain doesn't put you through intensive training. I’m seeing he has several aces up his sleeve this year.”

“First of all, he thinks I'm working out and not here stuffing myself with mini sweets. Second, he is distracted today, catching up with his cousin. Have you met him?”

“Yes. He passed by Edgewater with him. I saw some Scottish relatives at the funeral, but I don't remember this one. To be honest, they all looked the same to me, but with different ages.”

“Let’s say they are the Scottish version of the Hemsworth brothers. James is Ernest’s mother’s nephew and godson. He’s the closest to him, despite what happened.”

“What happened?” Bart aroused Beatrice's curiosity.

"I thought you knew the story... Maybe I shouldn't gossip.”

“Don’t do this to me! You are dying to tell me, Bart!”

“Well, according to the information I got from Mrs Lewis, Ernest's mother was a promising researcher at the University of Glasgow. Your father wanted to attend a conference about Celtic Culture, at which Lydia was one of the speakers, and dragged Mr Sinclaire to Glasgow. To please his friend, Mr Sinclaire attended the conferences. Despite not being particularly interested in the topic, Mr Sinclaire loved listening to Lydia talk about it. ‘It was as if she made those tribes rise from the ashes of the past.’ Legend says these were his words.” Bart added some drama to the narrative with his gestures and facial expressions. “At first, Matthew thought Lydia would be a good match for Vincent. Nevertheless, since your father wasn't very good at flirting, Mr Sinclaire thought it was a good idea he approach her first to prepare the ground. However, Cupid had other plans. Matthew was so enchanted with her that he fell in love that night. Ernest's mother was the only girl in a crowd of brothers and cousins, so they were very protective of her. And, as you know, Ernest’s father had a reputation that appeared in all tabloids. So, as you can imagine, he was not an easy courtship. Besides, Lydia's fire wasn't only in her hair.” He pointed his finger at her. “Mark my words, Miss Foredale, they will be important to understand what comes next. She was not a woman to submit to any man's whims, so Lydia demanded Matthew change his rakish behaviour. Which he did, to the astonishment of all who knew him. Even so, the family was still not thrilled with the relationship. Lydia's grandfather threatened Mr Sinclaire with a rifle once because of it. They wanted her to choose between them and Mr. Sinclaire. Hurt with their intransigent attitude, Lydia left Scotland and moved to Ledford Park. They considered it a scandal and cut ties with her. Before getting married, she tried to make peace, but without success.”

“I hope there is a reconciliation somewhere in the story.” Beatrice interrupted him.

“Yes, there is. But that's when the plot thickens. Do you think it was all motivated by fraternal feelings? Not exactly, my dear, Beatrice. The world of traditional families is full of skeletons in the closet and guided by interests.”

“Do tell.” Beatrice smiled.

“Lydia's brothers had many debts, and the property where Lydia had grown up was pawned by the bank. When Mr Sinclaire bought it, they changed their mind. That's when Lydia baptised her nephew. James is a couple of years older than Ernest.”

“That’s quite a soap opera. But who am I to speak? My family's plot is also intricate, to say the least.”

“But there are those who say there is still more. I have never been able to confirm this information, but some say that her family was disappointed when our friend Ernest was born.”

“Why?”

“The Sinclaires had fertility problems, and her family assumed that the godson could become a potential heir...”

“After everything she was through... they had some nerve!” Beatrice was indignant.

“As you may imagine, Mr Sinclaire never forgot how much Lydia suffered from their tantrums. And since her death, there has been an estrangement. Neither Ernest nor his father has been to the castle for years. I confess I was surprised when Ernest invited him.”

Completely oblivious to where he was and what he was doing, Edmund took a place next to them.

“Ready to get your ass kicked on Sunday, Eddie?” Bart teased his friend, but Edmund didn't seem to hear him. “Earth to Edmund Marlcaster?” Nada.

Beatrice signalled to Bart that she wanted to be alone with her brother. Bart grabbed a handful of canapés and walked away.

Beatrice took the mini quiche from her brother's hand to wake him up.

“Hey! There are plenty of those!”

“Good, I have your attention now, Mr Marlcaster. Have you been with Miss Daly since you arrived?”

“No … I haven't had the chance yet.” Edmund looked away.

“Please don't lie to me, Eddie. Something happened. Whatever it was, it can't be worse than Briar lying in bed, sick because of you.”

“Is she sick?” There was genuine concern in his eyes. “That is horrible; I didn't want any of this, but it's better this way. One pain to avoid many.”

“No. I barely had time to sleep; the more I think about someone other than her Please don't get involved in this, Beatrice.”

“I'm not going to see two people I love make the biggest mistake of their lives and sit idly by!”

“Don't insist, Bea. Maybe it wasn't meant to work out anyway.”

Beatrice despaired. “Damn it, Edmund! It was just a kiss between two drunk people; it meant nothing! It's not a case of you doing all this drama and breaking your heart and hers!”

“A kiss? What are you talking about?”

“Shit!” Beatrice covered her mouth in panic.

“What are you talking about, Beatrice?”

“I am so sorry, Eddie, you weren't supposed to find out like this … Briar wanted to tell you in person.” The panic made her start to cry. She was already foreseeing the damage she had caused. Briar would be furious, and her brother... this time things would end badly, and it was all her fault.

Confused, Edmund took her to a quieter place. “You have no idea what she's been through because of this mistake, Edmund. She is so afraid of losing you.”

“Who was the guy? Do I know him?” Edmund was a mix of disappointment and anger.

“That's the least important thing right now. Tell me then, if that wasn't it, why are you doing this to her?”

“Was it the one with some circus artist? Prince Leo was here and seduced her during a motorcycle ride? I know, it was Thomas from the dry cleaners! I noticed how he's been looking at her lately!”

“Edmund, forget your silly male pride for five seconds and tell me what's going on!”

“I… She...They...if we keep this up, Briar and Mrs Daly will be in trouble. Harry blackmailed me.”

“What? How so? Why?”

“Somehow, Harry found out about us. He knows that our mother and grandmother won't like it. My mother wouldn't rest until she got them out of here.”

“Our father would also have a say in this. I don't believe papa would kick them out because of it.”

“Even if our father intervened, you know Mrs Daly. She would rather leave Edgewater.”

“I would like to say no, but yes, there would be a strong possibility of that happening.” Beatrice sighed.

“If Briar stays here, with a clean record, she might have a better future. I heard grandmother several times say that Briar is very talented and is considering paying for her education.”

“I heard her praise Briar, but I didn't know she meant it that way. That's fantastic!”

“Now do you understand my reasons? I don't want to take any risks with her future. She deserves the world.”

“What did you say to Harry?”

“I tried to deny it, but it was no use. After the blackmail itself, Harry added that he was doing me a favour because she isn’t being honest with me. He even hinted that she was with me out of interest. Do you think he was referring to what Briar… to what Briar wanted to tell me?”

“I don't know, but I know that before you made that decision, you should have talked to Briar first. Don't you think she has a say in this? It was a decision to be made together. It’s her feelings and life we are talking about. If you tell her what you told me, maybe you can find a way.”

“It’ll be more painful in the first few days, but over time, she'll forget about us. I'm also going to spend less and less time here. It wouldn't be fair to keep her stuck with me.”

“God give me patience … There's still the audacity to say that women are complicated. Do you love her or not?”

“I do, madly!”

“So, at least, talk to her! She deserves an explanation!”

“It’s not so easy…” Edmund exhaled.

“You guys are so...obtuse!” Beatriz snorted and left her brother alone mulling over the events.

That evening, Beatrice passed by Daly's cottage.

She found Briar curled up in bed. She knew she should tell Briar that she exposed her secret, but she was lacking the courage. Then she went straight to executing her idea. “I got to talk to Edmund alone today.” Briar didn't react. Despite her slip-up with the secret, Beatrice was determined to end that madness. “After much insistence, he opened up to me. There is an explanation for this. Something happened that made him act like that.” Beatrice needed to convince her, but she didn't want to make the same mistake a second time.

“He met a girl in Spain, didn't he? Bastard!” Briar sniffed.

“No. Edmund remains madly in love with you. But someone got in the way.”

“Let me guess: his mother found him a rich girlfriend, and he couldn't say no? It wouldn't be the first time. She even tried to push Donna Sutton into his arms. Honestly, I should have guessed that one day he wouldn't be able to handle the pressure.” Briar sounded angry.

“It's nothing like that. It's even more convoluted, believe me. However, you'd better hear from him.”

“Even I wanted to… Which I don’t know I do… That is going to be hard with him running away from me.”

“I have an idea to make him take the first step.” Beatrice opened Briar's wardrobe and took out the box of her lehenga. Opening that box always took Beatrice's breath away. It was like opening a treasure chest. Mrs Daly had ordered the exquisite fabric from India. Mother and daughter had sewn it together for special occasions. And the EPW party would be a special occasion. “He won't be able to remain indifferent when he sees you wearing this. In fact, I don't think anyone will.”

“My mother won't let me.”

“Say it was my father who asked you to dress it to please the Indian guests.” Beatrice hoped that a little jealousy would unlock Edmund.

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Saturday morning, Beatrice went very early to the polo field. Her father gave her permission to take behind-the-scenes photos for the family archive.

Paying attention to the people beyond the lenses, Beatrice didn't notice that someone had approached until she felt a pair of hands rest on her shoulders.

“Good morning, Miss Foredale. What a beautiful sight in the morning!” Beatrice almost dropped the camera when she recognised the voice of the creepy Duke Richards.

“What are you doing here so early in the morning, Your Grace?” Beatrice tried to hide her fright.

He smiled widely, with a fake sweetness. Tristan leaned over the fence so he was face to face with her. She could feel his breath touch her skin. “You don’t need to be so formal with me. We're not exactly strangers, you and I.” Meeting his grey eyes, Beatrice noticed a hint of something much darker that sent a shiver down her spine. “To answer your question, I'm here with my players.” Tristan took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Beatrice wanted to step back, but she felt paralysed.

“Your players?” Her voice trembled slightly.

“I bought a polo team a few months ago.” He explained with vanity.

“I see …Congratulations are in order then.” Beatrice turned her focus to the weekend's protagonists. She thought her evasive answer would drive him away. Despite Beatrice trying to ignore him, he began pointing at the players, talking about them like a farmer bragging about his cattle. Not only did he not move away, but she felt him getting closer; his hand lowered to her waist. Although uncomfortable, she did not want to be unpleasant. If grandmother knew she was somehow less polite to him, it would be a problem. She faked an unnecessarily loud and inelegant sneeze to get him to back off. It worked. Beatrice soon took advantage of the moment to move away a little more.

“I can see that you are very... passionate about your team, knowing all these technical details about the players.”

“I am, but I have other passions. Some are much more intense.”

Feeling his eyes on her, Beatrice pulled her denim jacket tighter around her body. “I have my share of passion for sports, but it bothers me that the pleasure of the game is often tainted by money. The players are not cattle.”

“And yet, some belonged among them.” Tristan said, seeing some black players passing in front of them.

“Good to hear, because I have found more honour among beasts than among most men I have known. Have a nice day, Your Grace.”

She climbed up into the stands to take some photos from a higher perspective. People were beginning to arrive at the field. Zooming the lens, Beatrice saw through the magical glass an image that warmed her heart and would remain engraved in her heart: her father, Edmund, Luke and Ernest, all the men she loved, chatting excitedly, oblivious to her gaze. Click!

(Later that morning)

After a quick outfit change, Beatrice rushed back for family photos for the press. Luckily the dress wasn't long, and she pretended not to see the high heel sandals her grandmother had left in the bedroom for her. Since the hairstyle was done in a hurry, it fell apart before she reached the stage. The blush on her cheeks didn't disappear in time for the photo, either.

“What do I do with you, girl?” Dominique sighed and discreetly straightened her loose hair.

“Since our traditional education methods are not working, perhaps we should start using horse training techniques. She already spends so much time among them anyway…” Henrietta groaned.

“Briar didn't do your hair?” Edmund asked, barely above the whisper.

Coincidence or not, they noticed Harry's gaze fixed on them.

“She is still sick.” Beatrice replied dryly.

“I hope it's not contagious, since there are people who don't know how to keep their distance.” Harry said through gritted teeth, but loud enough for them to hear.

Beatrice pinched her brother's arm hard.

“Ouch! What is your idea?!”

“My idea was to do much worse, which is what you deserve!”

After the press photographs, they headed to the stands reserved for the family. Beatrice could hardly believe it when she saw Richard Tristan join them.

“Who does this guy think he is? He is not on his lands.” Beatrice muttered.

“He considers himself practically royalty.” Her father had heard her. “Your grandmother went ahead and invited him. However, he is not a good influence or company for anyone. Come, sit next to me, my dear.”

From her spot, Beatrice saw Ernest and James weaving through the crowd. However, a couple of minutes later, only Ernest's cousin arrived.

“My cousin apologises for missing the first game. There was a problem with the works back home, and he needed to come back to Ledford Park.” James apologised.

“I hope it is nothing serious.” Vincent smiled, guiding him to the spot next to Harry. He returned to his seat beside her.

“Ernest had just gracefully escaped from the Duke's company. Perhaps we too can think of a graceful excuse to withdraw.” Beatrice whispered. Looking closely, she noticed his worry lines appear on the face.

“I hope it's just because of him.” Vincent exchanged a few text messages with someone, and his expression softened.

“Is everything alright, papa?”

“Can you keep a secret?” He sighed. Beatrice nodded. “Mrs Lewis and I have been conspiring to get Ernest closer to his Scottish side. It was Mrs Lewis who suggested that Ernest invite him over for the weekend.”

“Why? Weren't they close before?” Beatrice pretended not to know what had happened, hoping that his father would confirm what Bart had said. Unfortunately for her curiosity, her father was more selective in the information he gave.

“Lydia's family initially didn't like the marriage; there were misunderstandings along the way. Mathew had his reasons, but the resentment has always been one of his major defects. He didn't have the right to limit his son's contact with his mother's family. We'll always be here for him, but … We think it would do him good to restore those relationships.”

“So, you were worried because you thought he didn't come to avoid spending more time with his cousin?”

“Yes. Mrs. Lewis confirmed to me that there was indeed a problem at home, something between the workers and the architect. He also said they were talking late last night. I think our plan is working.” Vincent smiled.

The match was about to start. Henrietta's laugh caught her attention. She and the duke seemed to be engrossed in conversation. What could Henrietta have so much to talk to him about?

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Following tradition, Edgewater Gardens was opened to all for the Sunday lunch picnic. Tourists, Moorfield residents and players were spread out across the gardens, enjoying the end of summer.

After much persuasion, Briar got out of bed and went. However, she chose not to have lunch with the Foredale family as usual.

Edmund avoided looking where she was, but his longing betrayed his determination. Beatrice noticed in Edmund's eyes that it was as if a crack opened in his heart every time their gazes met.

Harry was watching Edmund's movements closely. She could accept the vendetta Harry had with her, but Beatrice couldn't accept that he was upsetting two innocent people. She wanted to shove his face in the pie.

Harry seemed to sense her anger. “Is everything okay, sister?” He asked, making an angelic look.

Beatrice didn't even respond, stuffing a slice of quiche in her mouth.

Beatrice and Luke slipped away for a few minutes to have some alone time.

“Have I told you how dashing you look in that outfit?” Beatrice blushed, toying with the Edgewater emblem on his equipment. “I love to see you in blue and gold.” She felt him uneasy. “Relax, my love. In the end, it's just a game between friends.”

“You know your father and grandmother take this very seriously. If the result is not what they expect …” He was more nervous than she had ever seen him for any competition.

“You are not the only player. If you lose, it will be everyone's fault. Don't put that weight on your shoulders. Even if that happens, no one will think less of you because of it.” Beatrice kissed him. “You can do this. No one beats you on a horse.” She kissed him again.

Luke deepened the kiss, pressing her against his body. Beatrice's fingers ran around his head. Her touch has always relaxed him.

“You will always be my no 1.” She whispered in his ear, alluding to her shirt number.

They heard a discreet throat clearing. It was Earl.

“I know this kind of moral support is important, but can I steal the captain for 5 minutes? I would like to give some final advice to the team.”

“Of course, Papa.” Beatrice blushed.

“In my office in five minutes, please.”

After the Earl turned his back, the couple stole a few more kisses.

As usual, after lunch, the crowd walked down to the field. It was time for the most anticipated game of the weekend.

Beatrice wanted to do a photo shoot with the boys getting ready for the match, but Luke advised against it, fearing it would stress the horses.

Arriving at the field, Beatrice separated from her family, taking Briar with her. She would sit in the front stands to take pictures of the match.

It was a buzzing atmosphere with the excitement of the crowd, the sound of horses in the distance … it was like Ascot in miniature.

Busy adjusting the camera tripod, Beatrice didn't notice the duke’s sneaky arrival. These unwanted apparitions were getting under her skin. “Such delicate skin shouldn't be exposed to the sun like this.” He took off the Panama hat he had on his head and put it on hers.

“I'm used to the outdoors, but thank you.” Beatrice forced a delicate response.

“I know so. However, your skin is naturally more delicate than your friend's, for example.” Tristan looked at Briar. “I can't wait to see the photographs.”

“As much as I love photography, the best shot is always in our memory. Don't take your eyes off the match.”

“You can believe I won't take them off. I bet a considerable sum on Edgewater.” Tristan smiled.

“This is wonderful! That's very generous of you!” There was a slight hint of irony in her voice, which confused Duke. “Have you chosen the charity that will receive your contribution?”

Noting that he clearly had no idea what Beatrice was talking about, Briar took the occasion to poke fun at him. “As your highness may know, only 10% of the prize goes to the winners. The remainder is donated to a charity of your choice.”

He tried not to lose his composure. “Of course I know! That's exactly why I made a point of betting such an amount. Actually, I was wondering if you had any suggestions.”

“Most will give to charities for children and the elderly, which is always praiseworthy. However, you could use your position to call attention to other issues. My father has worked recently with ‘Migrant Help’. They help people affected by displacement and exploitation. It's a shame in this country that these people are often overlooked out of pure prejudice, don't you think?” Beatrice teased him.

“It sounds like a noble cause. I will give it a thought.” He forced a smile and walked away.

“This guy is disgusting.” Briar remarked.

“I'm sick of putting up with him this weekend.” Beatrice vented.

“Don't you think this will be your grandmother's scheme? Since her plan with Liam didn't work out …”

“He must be about thirty years old. It could almost be my father. I don't think my grandmother would plan such a thing.”

While they were still talking, Felicity and Donna walked over. Donna quickened her pace to meet Briar and Beatrice.

“This is so exciting! I can't wait to see Prince Liam play in his uniform! Have you imagined how good his butt will look wearing it?” Donna whispered the last sentence, giggling. “Besides, he must be an excellent player like all princes! Wouldn't it be great if your dad could convince Prince William or Harry to play? You have to tell him to invite them, Beatrice!” Donna chattered happily. “The rules are a little confusing, but any opportunity to see hot guys sweating is a good one, don't you think, Briar?”

Briar replied with something indecipherable since her mind was far away.

“Never mind, Donna, she's been sick this weekend.” Beatrice excused her.

“This is horrible! It should be illegal to get sick on this weekend, don't you think, Felicity?” Felicity had just arrived at them in her elegant cocktail-inspired dress, expensive high heels and vintage sunglasses.

Facing her, Beatrice had a self-conscious moment. There wasn’t a rigorous dress code for the EPW, but comparing her flowy floral dress to Felicity's, the young girl felt dull.

As she passed Beatrice, Felicity almost knocked over the camera tripod.

“Maybe you'd better take off your glasses and watch where you're going, Felicity!” Beatrice didn't let her get away with it.

“I wasn’t expecting you here.” Felicity gave a disdainful smile.

“Beatrice has been photographing the event for the family archives. That's why she's not in the box with her family.” Donna explained innocently.

“Given the amount of time she spends in the stables, she would be best served in a box among the horses today. Come on, Donna. I will wish Ernest good luck.”

“Bitch!” Briar grunted.

The players paraded onto the field. The Edgewater team passed by where they were. Briar looked down as Edmund passed, pretending to look at her phone. Edmund looked away, embarrassed.

“Is the lehenga ready for the party?” Beatrice asked, noticing what had just happened.

“I don't know if I'm going to the party, much less if I want to...impress him. If he doesn't want me, I won't crawl to him either.”

As much as Beatrice wanted to bring them back together, she understood how Briar felt at the moment. She knew she had no right to force anything. “It’s fine, Briar.” Beatrice smiled and held her hand. “Do what you think is best. I'll have your back.”

The players gathered in the middle for a few minutes of exhibitionism while they were introduced. From a distance, seeing the boys wearing boots, white pants and helmets on top of the horses, they looked like toy soldiers. Briar pointed out that the pants were so tight they looked like ballerinas, but she wasn't unhappy with the view.

Those who were there for aesthetic purposes were divided, not knowing whether to sigh for the blond prince with blue eyes or for the Scottish lord.

Although both families were beloved in the region, the conversations in the air and the colours of the clothes revealed each other's preferences.

Beatrice zoomed in on the camera to capture the first images, shooting them one by one. It was hard to admit, but her heart was divided. She wanted Edgewater's victory (and Luke's glory) with all her might. However, Beatrice knew it would be good for Ernest to have that joy. He deserved it after so much suffering in the last few months.

After showing off, the two teams lined up facing each other in the centre of the field. At Earl's signal, the first chukka started.

From the first second, the noise of the horses, the mallets hitting the ball, and the captains shouting instructions take the public to another world.

At the end of the first chukka, neither team had scored a goal. Edmund had nearly fallen off his horse defending a last-second attempt by Ernest's cousin, making Briar's heart stop for a moment.

After the three-minute break, at Dominique's voice, they started the second chukka.

They moved quickly and nimbly. The mix of red and blue shirts made it sometimes difficult to say who had control of the ball. Or even distinguish the players from the horses.

Harry was so determined to take the ball away from James that he ended up committing a foul for riding at a higher speed than him. Edmund was furious, shouting at his brother. Luke and Liam had to tell him to shut up so they wouldn't risk another foul.

Ledford's team was awarded a penalty, and James took the opportunity to score a goal that took the public's breath away.

As the rules obliged, the teams switched sides, and the match continued. It was impossible to take the eyes off the match without risking missing something important.

For a couple of minutes, the crowd was in suspense, watching Ernest and Luke fight for possession of the ball. The mallets looked like two knights. It was impossible to tell where the ball was, as it was always changing hands. The hypnotic dance was interrupted by the sound of breaking wood.

Ernest's mallet had broken in two, scaring the horses. Despite the skill of both, the horses got tangled up in each other, causing Ernest and Luke to fall.

Beatrice gasped. She tried to jump the fence, but Briar grabbed her by the dress. “You're not going anywhere. First aid is already rushing there.”

Fortunately, they were both already standing when the doctor and nurse arrived. Through the lens, Beatrice saw them disinfecting some scratches. Earl gave the order to change horses and resume the match.

However, it still took some time before Beatrice stopped shaking. She didn't even want to think about the possibility that something bad had happened to either of them.

During halftime, the Earl offered champagne and invited the spectators to walk across the field to stomp divots. It was a churned mess from the horses and from the mallet's force hitting the ball. The first time she saw it, Beatrice found it strange. Noticing the confusion in her eyes, her father explained to her at the time, “Pressing the divots into the ground prevents falls and injury during play and allows the ball to travel farther and with more accuracy.”

As amusing as pressing the divots was, it was comical observing all the adults having fun doing it like it was a children's play. Even Henrietta seemed to be enjoying herself.

Looking around, she saw Felicity talking to Duke Richards. She was so distracted strutting for the duke that she didn't notice that her heel had gotten stuck in a hole. As she lifted her other foot to stomp the next divot, Felicity lost her balance, fell to the ground and spilt the champagne all over the Duke.

Everyone who saw it couldn't help but smile, at least. As for Tristan, he didn't even bother helping Felicity, annoyed by the champagne stains on his clothes.

It was two boys from Moorfield who helped her up and took her to the emergency room.

A few minutes later, the match resumed.

By the end of the last chukka, the teams were tied.

rom the bleachers, Beatrice could feel the tension and frustration of the players.

They took a 10-minute break to rest and switch horses.

Beatrice snuck out to see Luke. He was giving the team a motivational speech and proposing a new strategy. Luke was a quiet boy most of the time, but when he had to take on the role of leader, he was fascinating to watch. Even Harry was listening willingly.

Her boys were playing very well, but the Ledford Park team was putting on a brilliant demonstration. Ernest and his cousin may not be best friends yet, but they were a fantastic duo. Even Bart was a better player than he let on. However, obviously, she wasn't going to share those impressions with her boys.

After letting him finish, Beatrice hugged Luke from behind and planted a discreet kiss on his neck. “It has been a brilliant match, my love.”

“Careful, Bea, I'm dirty and sweaty.” He turned around to face her.

“After being with you covered in horse poop, this doesn't scare me.” She laughed. Luke leaned in for a kiss, but Beatrice placed the water bottle between them. “Hydration first.” He pretended to be sulking, but he drank all the water. The bottle had barely left his lips when Beatrice took them.

“This was much more refreshing than drinking a whole fountain.” Luke caressed her face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Liam had to call them back to reality. The match will resume.

The Earl was on the field and invited Beatrice to draw lots for choosing the method of breaking the tie, using a gold coin that Dominique, a local jeweller, had made. ‘S.D’ face for “Sudden Death” and ‘S.O’ for “Shoot-out”.

All eyes were fixed on her, expectant. Both teams feared either of them. For the public, any of them was a promise of an exciting show. Beatrice tossed the coin. Nervous, she didn't even look at the result. It was the referee who announced that the tiebreaker would be done through the “Shoot-out”.

Everyone on the field trembled. Although theoretically a faster method (and equally fair in every way), it was treacherous for the players.

Luck chose Edgewater to start with. Each captain chose the first to attempt a free hit. Luke chose Liam. Positioned on the 40-yard line, facing the undefended goal. Beatrice felt like her heart had stopped while Liam wasn’t touching the ball. After a fraction of a second, the ball went in, causing an explosion of joy.

Following the rules, each player in turn, and alternating teams, tried their luck. The tie continued. On both teams, two players scored and one missed. It was thrilling yet unnerving at the same time.

The end of the story was in the captains’ hands.

“And what if they still tie?” Briar asked nervously, biting her nails.

“Our rules say there is another ten-minute break, and then the first team to score wins.” Her heart didn't know what to wish for.

It was Ernest's turn. He looked at the goal with absolute concentration. The audience was completely silent. When the mallet hit the ball, it sounded like a bang. In the first few seconds, it almost looked like he had scored, but he missed by a couple of centimetres.

A chorus of disappointed sighs echoed across the field, but she could hear Ernest screaming inwardly.

It was now Luke's turn. He glanced in her direction before preparing to hit the ball, and Beatrice placed her hand over her heart. It was their secret signal. As usual, Luke gave the ball three light taps and hit it hard. The ball triumphantly entered the goal, triggering an explosion of joy. Briar and others who were nearby clung to Beatrice, jumping and screaming in celebration. Beatrice's heart leaped with joy on one side, but it was tight on the other.

Beatrice wanted to go get the Edgewater boys, but she wanted to take some pictures first.

Disentangling herself from them, she returned to her spot. Before taking some photos, her eyes lay on Ernest for a few moments. She knew him well enough to know that he was extremely frustrated but was controlling himself so as not to lose his composure. He took off his helmet. His hair looked darker from sweat, and the curls were all dishevelled, sticking to his forehead and face. In spite of dating an athlete, she never understood the allure of 'hot, sweaty guys', as Donna had mentioned. However, this image of Ernest made her feel something different inside her for a moment. Like a bee sting, which is intense but soon passes.

Briar took the camera to the podium, and Beatrice jumped the fence to join the players.

She was running towards the Edgewater team, but her heart told her to take a detour.

“Congratulations, gentlemen! You played in a way that would make yesterday's professionals jealous.”

“I warned you not to underestimate the Eton boys.” Bart winked at her.

She wanted to say something nice to them, especially to Ernest, but Earl was calling her. “I have to go. See you on the podium.”

Reunited with the Edgewater team, Beatrice hugged them all.

“Don't feel embarrassed because I'm here. Our captain deserves the kiss of victory.” The Earl smiled.

Luke lifted her into the air, and Beatrice wasted no time in kissing him properly. "Congratulations, my love. I knew you were the only one capable of giving us this joy."

“It was a team effort. Together we are very good.” Luke replied slightly awkwardly.

“Luke’s cool head from the competitions helped us stay focused. Our combined forces worked very well.” Harry admitted, to the astonishment of those present

After a few minutes to compose themselves, the teams headed to the podium.

As planned, Henrietta and Dominique handed out the second-place medals. Beatrice followed them with the medals’ boxes. Bart was very excited, and both James and Andrew seemed pretty happy with the outcome.

It was Ernest's turn. After he had a medal around his neck, he kissed Dominique's hand, forcing a smile, praising her for the competition organisation. Beatrice knew it wasn't a matter of a bad loss. Nevertheless, she sensed a deeper sadness in Ernest.

However, there was no time for questions. Team Edgewater was already waiting to step onto the podium while being refreshed with champagne.

Vincent gave Beatrice the opportunity to present the medals to the winners. Despite the excitement of victory, she fulfilled her role well, with the solemnity that the moment demanded, placing the medals around each one’s necks and greeting them with a kiss on the cheek. Beatrice couldn't remember the last time she had kissed her brother or even ever given him one. It was a strange moment for them, but the enthusiasm of the victory drowned it out.

As they packed their things to go home and get ready for dinner, Beatrice saw that Bart was still around. “Shouldn't you be with the host helping with the dinner preparations?” She teased him.

“Ernest doesn't need me; he has a wonder woman named Constance Lewis. I think we will eat them in the greenhouse due to the construction work at the house. I stayed around here a little longer, collecting our sweat and tears." Bart joked.

“You guys were brilliant, Bart. I dare say that your defeat was almost unfair.” Beatrice admitted.

“Thank you, dear. You are truly a little rose among the brambles.” Bart stroked her face affectionately.

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Back at Edgewater, Beatrice was in her room, getting ready for dinner. Since the dinner was going to be somewhat formal, Dominique told her to wear something a little more sophisticated. Despite the off-the-shoulder neckline, it was made of a blue brocade fabric with white flowers and long sleeves. Beatrice felt warm just looking at him.

Stretched out on Beatrice's bed was Briar's lehenga, waiting for her decision.

Briar eventually appeared. “I'm only going because Ernest personally invited us. And because he invited the professional players to dinner...including the Indians. So, my mother couldn't miss the opportunity. She already found out that one is from her hometown." She said, frowningly.

“Let’s just try to have some fun tonight. There will be many things we make fun of.”

“Starting with that dress of yours.” Briar let out a smile.

“Not all of us can be princesses from the Arabian Nights.” Beatrice teased back.

Beatrice helped Briar get dressed. The lehenga was made of a vibrant magenta with gold embroidery, which highlights Briar's features. Instead of wearing the dupatta, Beatrice entwined it in Briar's hair.

“Impressive.” Briar looked at herself in the mirror. “You're finally learning something from me. One day you will be a big girl able to do your own hair.”

“Sometimes I don't know if I want to be a big girl.” Beatrice reflected, looking at their reflections in the mirror.

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It didn't seem like it was a dinner that had been prepared in a couple of hours. The Ledford Park greenhouse looked stunning, with vintage lanterns peeking out from among the greenery. The two doors were open, letting in the cool August night, so there were elegant blankets on all the chairs.

The Earl and his family were the first to arrive, along with the other members of the team.

Domonique had allowed Luke to enter with Beatrice without any fuss. She accompanied Prince Liam herself. That night, the Dowager Countess looked ten years younger with so much pride beaming from her eyes.

With Bart's help, Ernest diligently fulfilled his role as host.

“Congratulations, Sinclaire. The greenhouse is stunning! Don't you get tired of making things everything so perfect?” Beatrice teased me.

“It’s all miracle of Saint Constance Lewis.” He smiled.

Looking further up, Beatrice noticed his curls. Not a couple of hours ago they were completely drenched in sweat and dishevelled. On that moment, it didn't even look like the same hair. Even so, there were a couple of them who insisted on rebelling against the majority of their brothers, prominent like two antennas on the head.

Betrice climbed onto a flower bed.

“What are you doing? You will fall!” Ernest reprimanded her.

Beatrice didn't answer, hiding her unruly curls among the others. It was like touching a fluffy cloud. Unconsciously, she must have taken longer than necessary because he asked what she was doing. “You're welcome, Sinclaire.”

��Some are not so well behaved.” He joked about the awkwardness of the situation.

Despite the role he was playing, Beatrice could see in his eyes how far away he was from there.

“Earth calls Sinclaire? There is a guest walking towards you.” Beatrice whispered.

“Your father would be very proud of you tonight. In fact, they both would be.” Beatrice said after the guest went away

“I am not so sure. I broke my father's favourite mallet. It survived the fire to end up like this...” He fixed his eyes on a lantern. “Besides, my father loves…loved to win.”

“He was competitive, indeed, but, in the end of the say, your father loved to have fun and that's what you should be doing tonight.”

“You don’t understand. I wish I had won, not for me, but for him. I owed him that.”

“You and your team were brilliant. Okay, you didn't win, but if anyone had any doubts about your leadership abilities, they disappeared today. Also, the only thing you owe your parents is to enjoy everything they built for you.”

“Are you suggesting I become a lecherous lord?” He smiled.

“Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to.” She smiled back. “No matter how much your father loved this game and win, his love for you was infinitely greater. As for the mallet can be glued and displayed in Ledford Park.”

As he listened to Beatrice's words, a memory came to Ernest's mind. It was under that tree where he was trying to paint his mother that Beatrice had come, somewhat awkwardly, to thank him for his help in the egg hunt. She was only ten years old at the time. How did time pass so quickly? How was the child who lived in the world of her dolls becoming a sensible girl?

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Despite the high concentration of VIPs per square meter, the arrival of the Daly did not go unnoticed. It was impossible not to notice how beautiful they were. Pavarti looked rejuvenated in her traditional attire, and Briar glowed among the lanterns.

Thunderstruck, looking at her, Edmund ran into an employee carrying a tray of champagne glasses, causing a huge commotion.

Ernest took Edmund to his temporary quarters to borrow him a shirt and give his friend some privacy to compose himself.

“Is everything okay, Edmund? That was too clumsy even for you. Sorry, that sounded better in my head than it did in my mouth.”

“I'm not offended. I know I'm clumsy! But it's comforting to see you put your foot in it every now and then. Even if it's in words.” Edmund joked about the situation.

“Even with all this EPW hustle and bustle, I've noticed you're more distracted than usual. Are you having any problems? Can I help somehow?”

Edmund didn't want to go into ddetails ecause he considered the whole blackmail mess too embarrassing to share.

Due to his behaviour during the weekend and what just had happened, Ernest perceived it was related to Briar, but he didn't want to force his friend to talk. “Just let me give you a piece of advice, Eddie: if there's something to say or clarify, don't waste time. Ask, say, do... life is too short to carry and make others carry regrets in hearts. In seconds, everything can change... otherwise you will put your life in limbo about what could have been. Forever.”

His friend's words had the weight of someone who had already been through a lot, but Edmund was afraid. Very afraid of the consequences. Especially for Briar.

As they returned to the greenhouse, his gaze immediately met hers. She took ta timidstep forward towards hhim ut then backed away.

At the ssame time,Pavarti called her to meet the player who wwasfrom her family hometown – he was a young promising player, aaccording tothe comments Edmund had heard. The three seemed to be having an animated conversation.

Stealthily, he approached them, butting into the conversation. “I apologise in advance for this intrusion, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to greet you.” Edmund reached out and shook the player's hand. "It was so inspiring to watch your techniques. I hope you get that contract here."

“I was just talking about it with Mrs and Miss Daly. On the one hand, I would love to be made an offer, but on the other hand, I fear how much I will miss my homeland.”

“I understand perfectly. I was away for a few months in Spain, which is practically next door, and I was already dying of homesickness.”

“In my case, it was love that made me stay in England. Who knows? Maybe the same thing will happen to you.” Mrs Pavarti pointed.

Briar politely apologised, citing a problem with her outfit, and disappeared into the crowd.

Nevertheless, even in the Sinclaires' massive greenhouse, it was impossible to run away from someone all night. During the appetisers’ dance, they ended up meeting at the Scotch Egg platter.

“Your attire is very beautiful.” Edmund tried to start the conversation with a compliment.

“You already knew that. I had shown you when we finished to sew it.” Briar used the tactic of cutting conversation short, completing it by shoving nearly half an egg into her mouth.

“I remember. I confess I often thought about how good it would look on you. However, all the images I created are a pale reflection of how beautiful you are tonight.”

Briar felt like she had swallowed the entire appetiser. He couldn't have the courage to try flirting with her after all that drama. "What nerve you have!" Briar still raised her voice but lowered it out of embarrassment. "One minute you reject me, the next you try to flirt with me... If you ever really loved me, you should know that I will never be a doll that you can have on the shelf to play with whenever you feel like it. And know that even if I wanted to forget these last days... neither my dignity nor my conscience would allow it.”

Edmund was going to ask if she was referring to the kiss with Arthur, but they were interrupted by the gong calling for dinner.

He barely ate, pondering his hypotheses. If it is true that Dominique was considering paying for Briar's education, it would be selfish of him if his feelings risked her future.

However, there was also the possibility that it wouldn't even interfere with anything. After all, everyone had come to terms with their sister and Luke's relationship. Besides, if his grandmother truly believed in her talent, he wanted to believe that she would help Briar no matter the circumstances.

The worst-case scenario would be that Mrs Pavarti, in her eagerness to protect her daughter, would leave Edgewater, and then there would be no love or education.

As he picked at what he thought was a fish dish, the young Marlcaster decided in his heart that if no one would help her because of their relationship, he himself would work day and night if necessary to pay for her education. Besides, there was still his father's inheritance that would soon be within his reach, despite the surrounding mystery his mother had created about the matter.

Finally, there was the matter of the kiss with Arthur. According to Beatrice, Briar and Arthur were a little drunk when it happened. And thinking retrospectively, he hadn't been the boyfriend model either in recent months. Telegraphic postcards, calls with the minutes counted... It didn't excuse everything, but his neglect opened the way to vulnerability and opportunity for Arthur.

Briar was light in the lives of those she loved. Deep down, he didn't condemn the boy for trying his luck. She deserved better, and Edmund was going to be what she deserved.

Before the desserts were served, Edmund asked Ernest if he could say some words. Intrigued, the host allowed it, warning the guests that Mr Marlcaster was going to say some words.

When attention turned to him, he felt lost for a moment. He wasn't used to being the protagonist. Although everyone looked expectantly, he focused on Briar's face. She was the reason for his living, and everyone would know. After resisting the temptation to look at him, Briar gave in and looked him in the eye, despite the distance. That unlocked his tongue.

“Dear family, dear friends and everyone else present tonight, these have been very happy days for me, not only because I returned home after months of absence but also because I helped my team win the E.P.W, bringing pride and joy to my family. However, I am especially… I'm daring to say…blissed out because I am once again close to the one my heart loves and adores and is the reason for its beating. I love you, Briar Daly. It doesn't matter what happened before or what may happen after this, but I love you. You make me happier than I've ever been in my life. If you still accept me, with all the flaws you know well and qualities I think only you can see, I would like to officially make a commitment, with you, Miss Daly, in front of you, with the most sincere and pure intentions. I hope both families give their blessing. Even if you don't, nothing will change my feelings, except a word from Briar herself.”

Briar went from pale to red. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and a suffocating heat spread through her body. All at the same time.

She didn't know what to think, because she wasn't even sure if she had just heard those words from him or if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming. Her heart was beating so fast that Briar couldn't even breathe. She felt that all eyes were now on her. Briar looked at her mother in distress. Parvati's reaction was indecipherable.

However, before she could react, Henrietta's shrill voice echoed in the greenhouse. “Edmund, my son, this is certainly a joke in bad taste, the result of excessive drinking at the party.” She tried to convey the idea that she was laughing at the situation, but the tone of fury escaped between her words.

“No, Mother. I'm not drunk, and I'm being very serious. I've been in love with Miss Daly for a long time.”

Henrietta tried to pretend to faint but changed her mind. She got up from the table, now not trying to hide her displeasure. “That's ridiculous, Edmund, and you know it very well! From other people…” Henrietta didn't mention a name, but everyone knew she meant Beatrice. “…given their origins and poor education, I expect anything... now from you, Edmund... a young man as well educated as you, from good families in each and every branch of our tree. How can you even consider, let alone say, such nonsense? She's practically a maid!”

“I am your maid, but my daughter is not. And although serving others is not a dishonour, God willing, she never will be.” Parvati intervened, feeling insulted.

“"Wait a minute... now it makes sense; this is a mother-daughter plan. As if it wasn't enough that they've settled in Edgewater, moving around the house freely, living on our land for free, now they want to move up in the world, using Briar to seduce my son! If there were any doubts, look at how she dresses tonight! I've seen this happen before. There was a similar problem at my grandfather's house in India... Luckily my great uncle was saved in time from the clutches of…”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, Mother! The Pavarti are good and honest people, and you know it! You may not approve of my feelings, but you cannot control my heart!” Edmund said calmly but firmly.

Despite the sad circus show that Henrietta was performing, everyone present could see that Edmund was serious and that his feelings were strong enough to make that boy who had been a little lamb all his life face his mother.

The Earl, already beyond embarrassed, got up from the table to calm things down, but Harry was quicker to throw another log into the fire. “You're a fool, Edmund! You are embarrassing yourself and us for a girl who isn't even as good or honest as you say. In your absence, while you were studying and working in Spain, barely sleeping, she was making out around with another boy.”

The greenhouse fell into a deep silence. Briar nearly fainted. However, she still had the strength to defend herself, "That's not what happened at all, you viper, and you know it since you listen so well behind closed doors!"

After the initial shock, the guests were following this soap opera with keen interest.

“I know what happened, and that will be a matter to be resolved between me and her. We both have accounts to settle for our mistakes.”

“I love you too, Edmund, but I don't know what will become of us after this.” Briar confessed out loud.

“Enough circus for tonight!" Vincent said firmly. "Dear guests, I apologise for having to watch this ridiculous drama and ruin your evening. We are going home to sort out our problems like normal people do. I would greatly appreciate it if this matter could be confined to this greenhouse. Have a good evening.”

All the Foredales got up and left. The Earl asked Pavarti to meet him at the mansion. Ernest followed them out, stunned by what had just happened.

“Let it be recorded in the chronicles of Ledford Park that tonight, I am not to blame.” Beatrice said to do Ernest.

“I imagine you are an accomplice in this mess.”

“I bet you are too, Sinclaire!”

He didn't confirm, but he asked. "Keep me posted if you can."

Edmund tried to catch Briar along the way, but Mrs Daly made her rush her steps. Beatrice couldn’t catch them either.

“I never thought I'd say this to you, Edmund, but I'm proud of you for being so brave and foolish at the same time.” Beatrice pulled him to stand behind the group.

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Edmund got a little irritated.

“It was. I'm very proud, and I'm sure Briar is even more so. The only downside is that you could have chosen...let's say...a less...public occasion. But after Ascot, who am I to point the finger at you? Plus, it was a beautiful declaration of love. Equated to a Jane Austen hero. Even I almost fell in love with you.”

“My mother has already made her opinion very clear. How do you think Father and Grandmother reacted? They were strangely, eerily quiet.”

“As my mother used to say, 'Let's prepare for the worst and hope for the best.'” Beatrice sighed.

Beatrice tried to act as an ambassador with her father when they arrived home. Edmund tried to play the hero. Mrs Daly wanted a word with the Earl. However, to everyone's surprise, the first person the Earl wanted to speak to was Briar herself. Everyone else was asked to wait in the library.

There, the atmosphere was tense. Like in a mystery movie, everyone was sipping tea, and no one was saying a word, just casting accusatory looks at each other.

Under the pretence of checking on Sunny, Beatrice escaped from the library. By chance, Sunny noticed the owner's arrival and followed her on her mission. Beatrice sat leaning against one of the doors, with the pug on her lap, which soon fell asleep.

Although she couldn't understand every word, Beatrice's heart calmed down when she heard her father speak in a calm tone. He wasn't mad at Briar.

“I never noticed anything... I always assumed it was just a special affection... I believe that a man and a woman can be just friends, and I, honestly, thought that was all it was.”

“We were, but then, things started to change…” Beatrice recognised Bria's embarrassed tone.

“I didn't raise Edmund with those kinds of values, but I have to ask you this: was he the one who somehow pushed you into this relationship? He's older, handsome, chivalrous... Although he lacks flirting skills, it would be easy to charm an inexperienced young girl. I'm talking to you as if I were your father, not as a Scotland Yard interrogator. I just want to understand how things happened.”

“I sympathised with him from the first day I met Edmund. And yes, I found his shy novel hero attitude very charming. I noticed that he got along with me too; however, no feelings developed...before a certain age. As you said, when I arrived here, he was older, entering adolescence, and I was a child. Many times, I felt protected and cherished, as Beatrice was to him. When I grew up, I realised that I had other feelings for him and that maybe he could have them for me. However, contrary to what your wife says, I did not seduce him with any intention. We just discovered that we felt good and happy together... that we loved each other. We didn't say anything before because we were afraid that our families would put us apart: my mother because he was older and you because I am just the seamstress's daughter. About what Harry said…”

“I don't want to hear about gossip. That will be a matter between you and Edmund. If there are indeed problems between you, you will have to weigh them on the scales with your love and see the result.” Vincent advised. “I have no problem with your mother's profession. I have the utmost respect and consideration for her. Even if she was a prostitute for a living, that didn't take away your worth as a person or your right to love and be loved by my son. Nevertheless, I must confess the age gap, despite being mathematically almost irrelevant and not bringing any problems in the future, in the present time, it creates a gap between you, and I think that could bring some problems: ambitions, desires, and needs that are unique to each of you could be very different over the next couple of years.”

“So, you're suggesting we break off the relationship?”

“No. I find you a very harmonious couple. Believe me, Briar, I would be happy for your relationship to last long enough for you to become part of the family. I witnessed tonight that Edmund's feelings are strong and pure, as yours seem to be. You've clearly been bringing him up. Edmund has become more determined, more focused and dynamic, and now I realise the reason is you.” The Earl made a pause. After some awkward seconds, he continued, “As a father advises a daughter, I tell you: you two will need a lot of resilience to survive the next years. I will not be a stone in your path, nor will I allow anyone in this house to be, but I will keep an eye on you. You are both very young. Be careful with your hearts. Before you go, promise me one thing: if you ever feel afraid in this house, no matter who it is, even Edmund himself, tell me right away.”

“I will, my lord.”

“Try to rest, and tomorrow we'll have all day to pick up the pieces of this mess.”

They caught Beatrice trying to run away with Sunny. “And you, my dear daughter, I presume you are the main accomplice in this story.” Beatrice was petrified for a moment. “Please tell your brother to come talk to me. I want to resolve this before the sun rises.”

The path between the library and his father's office never seemed so long to Edmund. When she went to call him, Beatrice was expressionless and said she would walk Briar home.

As he sat in the chair, his legs were shaking. Fortunately, they couldn't be seen under the desk.

“Look, Edmund, I don't even know where to begin. The speech was beautiful, but I think Briar was more embarrassed than impressed.”

“So you're not mad at me?” Edmund stammered.

“I'm not exactly angry... I'm disappointed, because you did the same mistake Beatrice did. You hid this from me, and then you decided to reveal it like an atomic bomb. I love you as if every inch of you came from me, Edmund. I thought you would trust me to tell me about what was going on. I understand that you were afraid, especially in the first few months, but once you were sure that you wanted to be with Briar, you could have told me. You know perfectly well that her origins would never be an objection to me.”

“The same cannot be said of the mother and grandmother..."

“If your grandmother's heart resisted Ascot, she will resist this harsh blow of fate well.” Vincent quipped. “About your mother… She has ruled all your life. Don’t let her rule your heart. Whether it's with Briar or any other girl. She is your mother; she loves you, but that doesn’t give her that right. And you showed it to her today... only it could have been less scandalous. However, I'm proud of you, my boy. You stand up for yourself and the woman you love. I admire you for that, Edmund. I wasn't that brave.”

“Thank you, Father. I just wanted Briar to know that she is the love of my life. I just didn't say anything before because I was afraid of compromising her future.”

“What do you mean?” The Earl was confused.

Edmund summarised the story of the potential scholarship for Briar sponsored by Dominique.

“If your grandmother said that, it's because she sees true talent in Briar. She wouldn't consider such a thing if Briar didn't deserve it. She is charitable, but not stupid. Besides, my mother may have many faults, but she is not petty. Even if she doesn't like your relationship, I don't believe your grandmother wouldn't help her.”

“I'm sorry I don't have your faith.” Edmund heaves a sigh.

“Even if she refuses, I will help her myself. She's a good girl, and from what I see in Beatrice's dresses, she was born to be a fashion designer.”

“Will you?” Edmund looked full of hope at his father.

“I will; you have my word. Even you two break up.”

Edmund hugged his father. “Thank you so much, Father. She deserves the world. And I apologise for the embarrassment I caused the family.”

“The awkwardness will pass. My only concern, as I told Briar, is your age difference. It's not much, but there's a lot of potential for you to hurt each other. You are going through different phases. It won't be easy to reconcile everything. You're practically a grown man, and Briar is still a teenager. Although she has some maturity for her age on some points, there are still differences…”

“I think I understand what you mean, Father. I love Briar, but I know her limits and mine. You can be sure that they will be respected. I love her too much to hurt her again.”

“I knew that's what you were going to do.” Vincent smiled proudly. Still, I will keep an eye on you guys. Not to control you, but because I like you and I want a future for you both. Together. Before you go, how do you feel about what Harry said? Is it really true?”

“It is. Beatrice told me by accident. Briar was…” He didn’t want to say tipsy to protect her reputation: “...down and got carried away by the moment. Beatrice told me that she already cleared the situation with the guy.”

“Good, but how do you feel about it?”

Edmund thought for some time before answering. “I think I have always been afraid that something like this would happen because she is so beautiful and smart, and I am kind of...plain. So, when I found out, it was like living a nightmare. Later I realised that I hadn't been an exemplary boyfriend either and maybe I was partly to blame for what happened.” Vincent laughed. “Why are you laughing?” Edmund was confused.

“You're on the right path. Women love it when we admit guilt. However, you cannot ignore the matter. Please, clarify it before. Or the scab of this wound may itch for a long time.”

“I will, I promise.”

Before they could finish their conversation, Dominique burst into the bureau. “I'm not a young lad anymore; I'm too tired to wait my turn. So, here goes: Edmund, that circus was completely unnecessary! I am running out of cards on my sleeve to patch so many holes in this family's dignity. I don't know if my heart can handle another one.” Then she turned to her son, “Still, we should be thanking God, Vincent. It could be some crazy girl he met on the Internet. This one at least has a brain and isn't idle. She is embodying the good values of this house and is diligent and humble like her mother. Even with all the bad luck, we won the lottery. Good night!” And she simply disappeared as unexpectedly as she had come.

The two were so shocked by what had just happened that they didn't even see Mrs. Daly at the door.

“I think we have a lot to talk about, and I'm not going to wait for the sun to rise.” Pavarti said, announcing her presence.

Edmund was going to get up, but Vincent told him to sit down. “You stay. You are part of the problem.”

“My lord, I'll get straight to the point. I'm not staying here after what happened tonight. My daughter may not have made the wisest decisions…” She looked at Edmund with a frown. “I didn't know about this relationship either, and I'm as upset as you are to find out this way. However, I cannot condemn my daughter for falling in love. Not even for some foolishness typical of her age. We are a humble but honourable family. Therefore, I refuse to remain in a place where the cloud of suspicion will forever hang over us. Please do my accounts for this month. We leave Edgewater tomorrow night.”

“Mrs Daly, please, don’t do such a thing! Briar can have a better future here! I will work day and night for that!” Edmund tried to intervene. “We hid our relationship because we didn't want you to worry...”

“Stop, Edmund. She is an angry mother, and if you say one more word, she will tear you in two. You are dismissed for the night.” Then the Earl turned to Pavarti. “Mrs Daly, I will also get straight to the point. No one except my dramatic wife is mad or suspicious of you. Even though we are all upset with these lovelorn fools, it doesn't change your reputation and your incredible work here. They understand our fears, and I know that you too, deep down, understand their reasons. They made a big mistake, but they proved today that they want to do things the right way. And even if in a few months they end their relationship, nothing will change how much we love Briar and your work, Mrs Pavarti. I don't care what Henrietta thinks. Your work is very important in this house. Besides, my mother loves you as a seamstress...and as a friend. Imagine also what it would be like to separate Briar from Beatrice now. They are practically two sisters. I would venture to say that they would rather be without a boyfriend than without each other.”

“I don't want me and my daughter to live under censorious eyes. That is neither healthy nor dignified. Yes, because even the poor have dignity.” Parvati was not entirely convinced.

“Henrietta will be furious for a long time. There is no point in using euphemisms. But it will pass, like all her tantrums do. I would bet that the tantrum will pass once she goes to a seamstress who doesn't make an exquisite dress that only exists in her head. Regardless of her, we have two children to take care of, and they will need our attention and good advice more than ever, don't you think? And since when is there any point in separating two lovers? If this is to last, nothing will stop them.”

“Maybe you have a point there. However, you have to understand my point of view as a mother. It would be very easy for Edmund to fall for an older girl, who has more to offer him... in every way. Or else things will move quickly, and the two will do something that has an irreversible impact on their future."

“Your fears are my fears. Therefore, together, we will help the ship reach a safe harbour.” Vincent took her hand comfortingly. “I imagine you want to have a serious talk with Briar, but allow me to ask you to let her and Edmund talk first. They need to find their way again.”

After Mrs Daly confirmed that she would stay for the time being, Vincent went looking for Henrietta. He found her on one of the library couches, fast asleep.

“I just wanted her to calm down a bit, but I think I overdid it.” Harry explained.

“It's okay. With the headache she will wake up with, she will have less energy to torture mine.”

“What will happen?” Harry asked, hoping for juicy details.

“It could be worse. Tomorrow the lovebirds have to have a serious talk, and then we'll sew up the hole. Fortunately, they are seamstresses.” The Earl joked about the situation.

“That’s it?” Harry was outraged. “They do stupid thing after stupid thing, and in the end, everything always turns out fine. I, who strive to do everything right, am always relegated or humiliated.”

“Harry, one day you too will make a terrible mistake. Maybe even for love. And I will be to you the understanding father that I was to them.” Vincent hugged Harry and kissed his head. “I love you, Harry. More than you can imagine.”

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