As Jade stepped out the front door of the plantation house, she flipped open her green parasol and positioned it between herself and the sun.
"I have grown accustomed to these annual outings at Fairmont," Emmaline St. Clair remarked. "I do think it is lovely there this time of year."
"But you are not fond of Felicity Dunois," Jade's sister, Lizette, said with the honest observation of a young girl.
Jade's father arched his brow at his wife, but made no comment.
"I have no antipathy toward Felicity… exactly," her mother answered carefully. "I am just not one of her close confidantes."
"I know a secret," Lizette said, beaming at her sister. "Would you like to hear it?"
Jade smiled at the young minx. At eleven, she was forever being scolded by their mother for not acting in a ladylike manner.
"Oui, please do tell us your secret, Lizette," Jade cajoled dramatically. "I am waiting with bated breath-on tenterhooks-with wild anticipation."
"You would not jest if you knew what I had overheard Madame Dunois say to her husband after Mass on Sunday. They did not know I was within hearing.''
"It is not polite to repeat gossip," her mother admonished her. "You will say no more on the subject."
In her eagerness, Lizette continued as if her mother had not spoken. "Madame Dunois told her husband that she wanted Jade to marry Tyrone so she could get her hands on Meadow Brook."
"She did not say such a thing!" their mother exclaimed in disbelief and indignation. "The boldness of that woman is not to be endured!"
"She said it. I heard her as clearly as I hear you," Lizette stated emphatically.
Jade only smiled. "I adore Tyrone, but he is like a brother to me. And, chatterbox," she said, tugging on one of her sister's curls affectionately, "Tyrone only thinks of me as a sister."
"Little you know," Lizette said with a toss of her head. "You have been mooning after Raige for so long that you never can see what's before your own nose. I've watched you standing at the mirror, primping and daydreaming, ever since Raige came home."
"Lizette, we'll have no more of your mischief," her father said sternly. "Is that understood?"
Jade looked at her father, wondering if Raige had approached him with an offer of marriage. Obviously he had not, or her father would have told her. Raige had not meant anything he'd said that night in the rose arbor. Well, if he came to the outing today, she would just ignore him and let him see that she had not gone into decline because of him.
Jade glanced down at her new white silk dress, which was embroidered with pink rosebuds. The Grecian style, with the high bodice and puffed sleeves, was flattering to her and did little to hide her womanly body. Would Raige like the dress on her? she wondered, then chided herself for being a fool. What did she care if Raige noticed her? There were many other gentlemen who would.
By now they had reached the Dunois house, a great white pillared mansion. Monsieur and Madame Dunois came down the steps to greet them, and Jade noticed her mother's forced smile. But her mother was a lady born and bred, and she would never be discourteous when she was someone's guest.
Jade smiled as Tyrone rushed down the steps to her. He was about the same height and build as Raige, but there the similarity ended. Tyrone, tall and fair, was popular with everyone, while Raige was often dark and brooding and intimidated most people. Despite their differences, the two men had been friends since childhood.
Tyrone helped Jade out of the carriage and she linked her arm through his.
"Please rescue me," he said, laughing down at her. "The gentlemen have gathered in the library and talk of nothing but the American upstarts who will surely be the ruination of us all, by making us a star on their flag-and how France has sold us out for thirty pieces of silver. And I'll rescue you from the women, who will talk of nothing but the latest fashions from France."
Jade wrinkled her nose. "You are right, of course-that is exactly what they always do, and it would be a bore."
"You are the most beautiful girl here today," he said earnestly. But then Tyrone had always told her she was pretty; she'd come to expect it of him.
' 'And you, monsieur, are surely the most gallant gentleman here."
They walked along the path that led to the back of the house, where other young people had gathered.
"I do not see Raige anywhere," Jade said, glancing through the crowd.
"I invited him, but I doubt he'll come. You know how he detests parties." Then Tyrone grinned down at her. "Should I worry that he will take my place with you now that he has returned?"
She looked at him carefully, remembering what Lizette had said. "No one could take your place. You are the brother I never had."
Was that anger she saw in his eyes? When he laughed, she was sure that she had been mistaken.
"I must be the envy of every gentleman from Baton Rouge to New Orleans since you favor me with your… friendship. Will you eat your picnic lunch with me?"
She felt that someone was watching her and turned back to see Tyrone's mother staring at her. There was definite dislike in the older woman's eyes, though Jade could not have said why.
"Of course I'll eat with you," she said, turning back to Tyrone. "That is, if you are not carried off by all the females who will want to scratch my eyes out."
Jade expected him to laugh, but he looked preoccupied, as if he had something on his mind.
"Jade," he said at last, "don't… allow Raige to treat you in the manner he does other women."
She raised her eyes to him, pretending a disinterest she was far from feeling. "Whatever do you mean?"
A shadow fell across Jade's face and she stared into the mocking eyes of Raige himself. "He means, Jade, that he feels honor bound to protect you from me-do you need protection from me?"
She raised her chin defiantly and tightened her grip on Tyrone's arm. "I can take care of myself."
"I have little doubt of that, Jade St. Clair. You see, Tyrone, my friend, it is I who am in danger from our charmer-who will save me from her?"
Jade spoke haughtily. "You are in no danger from me, Raige. I have no designs on you."
After a long, poignant silence where Jade and Raige stared into each other's eyes, he offered her his arm. "Will you picnic with me?"
"No" she said almost too quickly. "I promised Tyrone I would lunch with him."
Raige's eyes moved to his friend. "You will excuse her from her promise, won't you?"
Jade held her breath, unsure if she wanted Tyrone to relent or not.
"I would be a fool to forfeit her company," Tyrone said, his hand going to Jade's arm possessively.
Raige bowed to Jade and then placed a hand on Tyrone's shoulder. "The day will come when you will have to give her up, my friend-and soon." His eyes moved to Jade. "I grow impatient to claim what has always been mine."
A rooster crowing in the new day brought Olivia back to the present.
"No," she moaned in distress. Why did she always have to be pulled back to the present? Why couldn't she remain in the past? It was where she wanted to be-it was where she belonged.
For a long moment she lay there, listening to the sounds of the house coming to life. With a resigned sigh, she slid out of bed. How much longer could she stand being pulled from one world to another? Surely she would soon be a raving lunatic!
It was a dull, gray day. The sky was overcast, and it would surely rain before noon. But that did not keep Olivia from going horseback riding. Bridal Veil boasted a fine stable of horses, and while she was not an experienced equestrienne, she did like to ride.