This week’s Trifecta challenge is the third definition of the word ‘appear’. I thought I could use this prompt to continue a story I began a few weeks ago. You can read the beginning here
Harry had been quite right about Mrs Munro. She was everything Lord Clifton hated in a woman. Garrulous, simpering, and gushing with an artificial tinkling laugh that grated on him. She dropped names at every opportunity and tried to patronize his lordship while doing her level best to ignore his younger brother. No doubt she assumed that this was flattering to the man for whom her daughter was destined, but in truth she could not have done more to damage his opinion of her. Lord Clifton had always been much attached to his brother. All through their childhood, Marcus had been the only person who was allowed to tease Harry. Anyone else who attempted to do so would get short shrift from a small boy who had always been able to transform into an icily regal young lord in the blink of an eye. Harry, watching with some trepidation, could see that same mask of ice descending on his brother’s face now. He hoped there would not be bloodshed. Miss Emilia Munro, on the other hand, did not appear to be made from the same cast as her objectionable parent. She seemed a quiet, unaffected girl, although it was true that most people would seem quiet and unaffected when compared with Mrs Munro. While her mamma was prattling on about something profoundly uninteresting, Miss Emilia was apparently watching his lordship rather closely. Harry, suppressing a grin, thought that this situation had the potential to be very interesting indeed.