Snippet #1527885

Isobel breathed a sigh of relief as the horrible man finally released her arm, there was an angry mark from where he had gripped it and she rubbed at it quietly when she thought no one was looking even though all she wanted to do was cry as it had hurt more then she had let on. She smiled thankfully at Damien and thought how much more enjoyable her evening would be if she could spend the evening with him instead of with Lord Rowley or in some ways worse her mother. She glanced at her mother and noticed she was frowning and Isobel felt her stomach sink, her mothers expression boded ill for Isobel when they returned home though for the life of her Isobel could not work out why her mother was so angry. Damien was a very attractive man and had been nothing but a gentleman and from the cut and tailoring of his clothes she thought he must be wealthy. Her mother surely should be trying to throw the two of them together not looking like she wanted to yank her daughter away from the man. As Isobel thought on it she remembered the look her friend had given her earlier when she had mentioned Damien, Caroline had said anything aloud but for a few moments she had looked concerned. Isobel made a mental note to talk to her friend to find out what she had heard about the mysterious Damien Roskin.

"Whilst we are honoured by your invitation Mr Roskin, it is time my daughter and I retired for the evening." Lady Roskin said stiffly.
Isobel felt a flash of irritation at her mothers words and saw the others nearby look surprised, though it was late in the evening the ball would continue for many hours and many would not retire until the early morning hours and Lady Marwick was usually one of the ones who remained later than the hour.
With a sigh of regret that Isobel hoped was not audible she looked back at Damien, she doubted that she would get much opportunity to be with him again if her mother disapproval was anything to go by and that made her feel sad, which confused her as her mind and body did not know from one moment to the next whether she should fear or want Damien Roskin. But she knew one thing and that was that he made her feel like an intelligent beautiful woman and not some trophy on a mans arm.
"Come Isobel the hour is late and we must find your father." Lady Marwick said firmly.
"Thank you for the invitation Mr Roskin, perhaps another time." She could not help emphasise the last words and then flushed slightly at how brazen she had become.