Chapters (32)
She arched a brow. “Shouldn’t that be in the form of a question?”
He laughed. “You’re absolutely right, and I would hate to make a mistake about this sort of thing. After all, it has taken me eleven years.” He pulled to a stop, gathered her closer against him and gazed into her eyes. “Will you dance with me on every Christmas Day from now until we breathe our last? Will you let me make amends for my past mistakes every day for the rest of our lives? Will you argue with me and wager with me and never let me forget what a lucky man I am? Will you marry me, Camille?”
She stared at him for a long moment and smiled. “I always would have.”
He bent to kiss her.
“There is one thing, though,” she said quickly. “Not a condition exactly. More in the realm of a favor.”
“Oh?”
“We don’t need to mention what has happened here at Christmas ever again, do we?” A hopeful note sounded in her voice. “The actors, and, well, the prince, and this entire charade. It can stay here, can’t it?”
He laughed. “I’m fairly certain no one in your family wants this farce of yours known beyond the walls of the manor, so what happens here will stay here. But, Camille”—he gazed into her eyes—“there isn’t a moment of this Christmas that I will ever forget, nor do I wish to. And it brought us together at last.”
“It has not been my finest hour.”
“On the contrary, you were brilliant.” He grinned. “And, Camille”—he lowered his lips to hers—“what happened here at Christmas is just the beginning.”
as for the supporting actors . . .
Mrs. Montgomery-Wells retired from the stage to a cozy cottage in the country, where her new friends could never quite figure out what her given name was as it seemed to change every time she was asked.
Mr. Henderson became a beloved writer of children’s adventure stories.
Miss Murdock gained notoriety in burlesque theater wearing very little of substance and was rumored for a time to be the mistress of a foreign dignitary.
Mr. Dunstan vanished into obscurity.
Mrs. Fortesque did indeed accept the position of cook in the London house of Mr. and Mrs. Elliott.
Mr. Fortesque found a measure of theatrical success as the manager of a small London theater, where he often performed on stage.
A play entitled The Christmas Pageant at Milton Manor was a hit on the London stage and became a staple of the holiday season for many years.
It was written anonymously.
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