Sophia de la Cerda Posted April 4, 2016 Share Posted April 4, 2016 Sophia awakened on Christmas morning with a soft smile curving her lips, still caught up in a lovely dream where she had been singing to Juan while he slowly undressed her, caressing each part of her body that he exposed. It took her several long minutes to come back to the present, and as soon as she realized she was lying in her bed and not standing in the room she and her Prince had shared in Madrid, despondency washed over her in sorrowful waves, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness. Juan was far away and the opera was over. The anticipation and excitement that she had experienced during the last two months of preparations had vanished. Attempting to shake off the melancholy that always assailed her on the morning after a performance, she rose, bathed, and let Anna dress her and fix her hair. There was still so much to look forward to. She shouldn't be feeling so depressed. A ball would most likely be held tonight, and there were Lady Kendishall's party and Lord Maldon's snowball fight to attend, as well as putting finishing touches on her plans for her banquet. And she needed to continue the redecorating she had started on this house. She hoped that Esteban would allow her to redecorate the Embassy as well. Esteban. Sophia needed to talk to him. She had been too nervous during the carriage ride to the opera last night, and too exhausted to think on the way back. He had been angry at her, she remembered that much, sitting across from her silent and tense. But why? Hadn't he been pleased with her performance? Her voice had been at its finest and she had made a better Diana than the goddess herself. Master Greyson and Master Cole would be renowned all over England for their opera and she had helped to make it a success. She almost went to his rooms but decided to send a servant instead with a message that she would be waiting for him in the drawing room. The dark dismal drawing room that could use a lighter shade of wallpaper and pretty pastel upholstery and rugs. It was quite obvious that a gentleman had lived here alone … if Ronquillo could even be called a gentleman. The entire house screamed for a woman's touch. As she entered the room, Sophia strolled over to the small Christmas tree that Lord Maldon had brought her yesterday. She had moved it to a table in the center of the room and it made a festive … and very German … centerpiece. As she waited for her husband to arrive, she straightened a couple of candles, and adjusted some of the decorations, more to keep her occupied than because they needed it. The young singer hoped that her husband's anger had cooled and he would tell her what had upset him so. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.