Episode 17

In the days that followed, London proved to be everything Lilian feared, and more. Whitaker, always sharply dressed and with the courteous tone of a gentleman, accompanied her to social events that Lady Penelope organized or supported. Though she maintained the expected poise of a future bride, Lilian felt the tension at every step, at every approving glance or discreet analysis from those around her.

That afternoon, a small garden tea party hosted by a friend of Lady Penelope gathered a circle of ladies and gentlemen of high society. The setting, with blooming flowers and tables adorned with fine porcelain, was as perfect as it was oppressive for Lilian.

Whitaker, seated beside her, leaned slightly to murmur in a tone only she could hear, "Smile more, Lady Lilian. Everyone is watching us, and it would not be appropriate for the future Lady Whitaker to appear displeased."

Lilian tightened her grip on the fan in her hands, keeping a polite smile on her face. "I was not aware that my happiness was a requirement for this engagement, Lord Whitaker," she replied, her tone so soft it could be mistaken for docility, but laden with irony.

He let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound dripping with condescension. "Happiness, my dear, is a matter of perspective. And yours will be assured once you finally understand the privilege of this union."

Before Lilian could respond, Lady Penelope approached, her face radiant with a smile that could disarm even the most hardened. "Lord Whitaker, I trust you won’t mind if I steal my goddaughter for a moment. There is a lady eager to meet her."

Whitaker hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes assessing Lady Penelope, but then leaned back in his chair. "Of course, Lady Penelope."

Lady Penelope offered him a charming smile before extending her hand to Lilian. "My dear, come with me. I am sure you will enjoy meeting Lady Wellington."

Lilian took her godmother’s hand and allowed herself to be led away from the main table. As soon as they were at a safe distance from Whitaker, Lady Penelope turned to her, her eyes serious despite the smile on her lips. "Are you all right?"

Lilian exhaled tensely. "Thank you, godmother. I don’t know how much longer I could have endured sitting next to him."

Lady Penelope squeezed Lilian’s arm gently. "Whitaker is manipulative, but do not underestimate me. While you are under my roof, I will do what I can to give you space—and perhaps time to figure out what you truly want."

Lilian nodded in relief, though the tension did not fully disappear. Lady Penelope’s words offered temporary comfort, but Whitaker’s shadow loomed constantly.

As they returned to her godmother’s home after the tea party, Lilian tried to find a moment of peace, but she knew the night would bring new challenges.