All Chapters of Scandalous Lady: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The orchestra band started with their new piece. Now, slower tempo than the first one to align with the theme of the earl and his Feledencian escort, who was clad with elegant ballgown and astonishingly adorned with expensive shimmering gems especially the little floral flowers on her head.   Resting her soft as fabric palms on top of Lord Syford’s left shoulder, Lady Francesca extended the remaining free arm to the side midair. The earl graciously caught her free hand in the air and intertwined it with his callous palms, soothing his arms to relax.   The Feledencian woman was quite the beauty a man could ever ask for in this lifetime. With her perfectly beautiful, strong yet delicate facial features, not to mention her auburn fierce curly hairs; twined with her naturally curvy shape; and an interesting personality, Lord Syford seems to forget all his aristocratic misgivings about the system of nobility.&nbs

The next morning Lady Francesca woke up early than expected. Even her grandmother, Lady Margaret was quite surprised upon seeing her lovely granddaughter descends the grand staircase early in the morning to join her for a morning tea.   “What a great surprised you are early today, young maiden? And specially blooming too. Hmm…” Lady Margaret put aside the newsletter she was reading to throw a questioning look toward Francesca, making the latter slightly blush in embarrassment.   “Was there anything eventful about last night’s party worth sharing for, my dear?” the old Mrs. Anderson nagged again with a teasing smile on her face.   Feeling more pressured to speak than ever, she had a deep sigh and took the opposite sofa facing her ever chirpy and youthful grandma, always seeking for something interesting and worth gossiping.   

Ignoring the lump of guilt for going ahead of the planned rendezvous with Dynirho, Francesca boldly entered the depths of the forest serving as the entrance into the rich mountain of Verindale.   She doesn’t have a firsthand knowledge about the geography of the terrains, nor any clue about any particular site worth stopping by for a short breathtaking view. She was plainly motivated by her furry and pain to mindlessly wonder to such sanctuary, she ought the right place to find peace and solace amid the whirlwind life of being a Chandler heiress.    ‘Of all people who would be responsible of taking away of freedom of choice for choosing the man whom she will be sharing the rest of eternity with, why does it have to be the man whom she loved and trusted more than she would to herself?’    Simply speculating about it; and actually, learning about it with your

Half an hour ago at the earl’s castle…    The servants, nurses, and eunuchs were running around to attend on the need and demand of the former earl of the land, Dynirho’s father. He was struggling to breathe caused by the long time illness he was having, which just like Duke Landon had worsen through the years. Adding the factor of old age complicated the situation    And yet his only son was being hard on him. Not paying a single visit on his sick father, barely walking in thin thread between life and death. Not even his younger sister’s attempt of persuading him works.    Left with no choice, the young ladyship rode on her carriage and set straight into the Anderson’s home, where the alleged current flame and interest of her brother to ask for assistance. ***&

Catherine ran towards the earl castle once her mistress had left for Feledencia. She wasn’t sure she was doing such extra service when it was a given that she loses her job as her handmaid already. For the short time of being with the Feledencian heiress, she harbored an undeniable concern over her.   Perhaps, it was her woman’s instincts that was telling her to inform Lord Syford about it. She already learned her place. Hearing how much Francesca was able to calm down the earl’s rage from Hariet and Emily, she knew what he really felt for her mistress.   It would be stupid of her to get on their way when in fact they were born for each other. Not just because they were belonging on the same elite class, but most importantly because they were born to be each other’s other half.   Meanwhile, Dynirho was busy checking on the herbal drink prescribed by the physician to h