Searching for My Rogue: Linked Across Time, #2

CHAPTER ONE

SEPTEMBER 5, 2015

Aly, have you seen my shoes?

Alys Dewitt rolled her eyes. Did you check under the bed? Her younger sister, Regina, was constantly losing something. They both sat in Regina’s chamber wearing their undergarments covered by a silk robe. If it wasn’t one thing, her sister would make something up so the attention would fall back to where she believed it belonged—on her.

Alys plopped down into one of the fancy retro chairs next to the window and pulled a nail file from her overstuffed purse. She slid it across her nails to even them out. Maybe she would get lucky and Regina would find her shoes without asking for help.

You can help me, you know, Regina whined. "You are my maid of honor."

No such luck...

With a sigh, she dropped the nail file back in her purse. She should have known better. Regina couldn’t do anything on her own. Drama queen? Her sister put the very idea to shame. Men loved her though. They weren’t able to look past her perfect frame and flawless heart-shaped face. That Regina’s face was draped with platinum blonde hair and aquamarine eyes didn’t hurt and was enough to give Alys a complex. Her perfect sister...

In truth, Alys was tired of people comparing them. She was content with how she looked and her life choices. So what if she was still single and her sister appeared to have found the man of her dreams. Someday, she’d find a man worth spending the rest of her life with, and if she didn’t, well, that was perfectly fine too.

At least that’s what she kept telling herself. Complex—ugh—okay, I may have one.

I’m more than aware of my status in your wedding. The person in charge of making sure she showed up and radiated her perceived perfectness. Just because she organized things down to the last detail didn’t mean she should have to do it. Her sister was lucky she loved her. She pasted a bright smile on her face and turned toward Regina. I can’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle and marry Trenton.

Alys couldn’t wait for this wedding to be over with.

She loved her sister. Honestly. But her attitude grated on her nerves. Regina’s spoiled princess demeanor drove her insane. Alys could only spend so much time with her before she felt her fingers start to twitch. A desire to wrap them around her sister’s neck and squeeze filled her, and it took all of her self control not to act on it.

You don’t look very happy about it. Don’t you want to be part of my wedding? Regina pouted. Your fists are clenched at your side, and you’ve been bitchier than usual.

Alys tilted her head heavenward, silently praying for patience. She turned her attention to her overwrought sister. I promise I want to be part of your big day. She crossed her heart and blew her a kiss. Now think, where was the last place you saw your shoes? For once, please remember... So she wouldn’t have to mess up her own hair digging around for her sister’s shoes.

Regina bit her lip and a small tear slid down her cheek. I don’t know.

Alys took a deep breath and braced herself for the stream of tears about to descend. It will be fine, Gina. Let me take a look. I’m sure they’re here. She crossed the room and patted her on the back. Alys turned and scanned the room. No, her shoes weren’t any place obvious. It appeared as if she’d have to do some serious searching.

Thank you, Regina’s voice wobbled. You are the best sister, truly.

That’s what she was to everyone: the one they could always depend on. What would they do if she suddenly disappeared? Maybe she should. Teach them all they would have to learn to do for themselves sometimes. Alys couldn’t really do it though. Meanness, along with selfishness, wasn’t her go-to attitude. That was what made people lean on her so much. She was an easy target to get roped into doing everything. She walked around the room and looked under the furniture. No shoes. There was only one place left to check. Alys headed toward the closet.

Alys sat down in the walk-in closet and rifled through a pile of clothes. She tossed them to the other side in an effort to reach the bottom. Of course, lying in the middle of it all was a pair of white stilettos with clear crystals decorating the toes and along the side. Regina loved shoes and allowed everyone to choose their own style for the wedding. Alys had a similar pair; a bridesmaid gift from her sister. Her reasoning for the modern footwear was no one would see them under their long gowns. Everything else was Regency period accurate for the wedding.

She couldn’t believe how careless Regina was being with her wedding attire. If it were her wedding, she’d have taken better care of her shoes. Looking perfect for her big day would top her list, along with meeting her intended in front of everyone and saying her vows. Regina tended to be a tad unorganized. Why would she need to keep track of her belongings when she had everyone else doing it for her?

Found them, she called out from the back of the closet. You hid them from yourself under a pile of clothes. Alys grabbed the shoes and stood. She left the closet and found her sister sitting on the edge of the bed, a forlorn expression on her face.

Hey, are you all right? Alys rubbed her shoulder. What’s bothering you?

Do you think I’m making a mistake?

Oh, honey, it’s not my place to say. Was her sister having doubts? Didn’t all brides on some level? How could she make it better for her? You love Trenton, don’t you?

I do...

Good, that gave her something to work with. Then what’s the real issue?

I always jump in without thinking. When he proposed, I said yes before he finished asking me. I was so excited and could already see how our future would go, but now... Regina bit her lip. I think I may have feelings for somebody else.

Oh dear...

Who? Alys waved her hand, dismissing her question. Never mind, I don’t want to know. Let me put it like this. When you close your eyes, who do you picture as the man you want to grow old with, build a family with, and wake up each day to their face lying next to yours?

Regina closed her eyes. Her face remained calm and unmoving, lips parted as she breathed in and out. Trenton. A soft smile formed on her beautiful face. I see him with me each day.

Then you don’t need to worry about your choice. You’ve already made it.

Thank God... If Regina cancelled the wedding—Alys didn’t want to think about the backlash from it. Her mother, bless her heart, would be apoplectic. Crisis diverted, she needed Regina to finish dressing for her upcoming nuptials.

I’m sorry I’m such a mess.

Alys smiled. From what I understand these feelings are quite normal. She sat on the bed next to her sister and pulled her into a hug. Now, I think we need to fix your makeup and get you into that lovely gown you picked out.

Regina rested her head on Alys’s shoulder. I know, you’re right, but can we sit here for a minute?

Alys wanted to give her whatever she desired, but they couldn’t stay in their current position for very long. The wedding was scheduled to start in a half-hour. If they were going to be ready on time, they would have to start moving.

Of course. Alys rubbed her arm. Only a moment though. Mama will come barreling in any minute and go a little cray cray at the sight of us. Neither of us is ready.

Regina sighed. Let’s get me ready.

Alys stood up and held her hand out to her sister. Come on, go sit at your vanity. Time to make you even more beautiful than you already are.

Regina sat and started fixing her face. Alys went to the closet and grabbed both of their dresses and laid them across the bed. She settled herself next to Regina at the vanity, watching her apply her makeup. Her hair had been arranged earlier in a perfect chignon with curls framing her face. After more than thirty minutes, her sister sighed and set down her makeup brush and turned toward her.

Alys shrugged. At least her sister hadn’t taken as long as she usually did to put on makeup. This maid of honor thing was not something she wanted to experience ever again. Regina was her only sister, so chances of it happening again were slim.

I’m ready to get dressed now, Regina stated.

Good. I have your dress right here.

Alys held up the Regency inspired wedding gown. Her sister had decided on a themed wedding. They were all to wear period dresses or suits—even the guests. Alys loved her dress. It had a high empire waist with lace along the edge of the bodice and intricate beading at the base of the skirt. The fabric was silky and shown in a brilliant, pure white. The bridesmaid dresses were similar, but in varied shades. Alys’s dress was a brilliant emerald. Regina wanted to dress Alys in a color to match her eyes—and she approved of the choice. When she tried it on, complete bliss overtook her.

Alys helped her sister into her gown and helped her tie the sash around the front. It all had to be historically accurate. No zippers for any of the wedding party. Lucky for Alys, hers slipped on and only had a few ties under the bodice. A complicated dress would have made getting out of it rather difficult considering she didn’t have a groom to help her out of it at the end of the evening.

All ready. Alys smiled. It’s time to go downstairs.

Regina nodded and wound her arm around Alys’s. They left the room and descended the stairs. Their father awaited them at the bottom, along with the best man, Bradford Kendall, the current Duke of Weston. He also happened to be Trenton’s stepbrother. The wedding was taking place on his estate in Kent. Alys sucked in a breath at the sight of him in his period attire. The man was gorgeous. There was no other word for it. His jet-black hair was brushed back, and his dark blue eyes shot upward as he watched them walk down. To be accurate, he watched Regina. Could he be the other man her sister had feelings for?

They reached the bottom. Their father kissed them each on the cheek. You both look lovely. He looped his arm around theirs, one of them on each side of him. You ready for a wedding?

I am. Regina giggled.

Bradford joined them, his gaze never leaving Regina’s face. It’s a beautiful day for one. Every seat is filled.

I can’t wait to marry Trenton.

Alys watched Bradford. He sucked in a harsh breath at her sister’s words. The duke had feelings for Regina. That would make for some awkward family dinners. She frowned. It was too bad really. The man could have any woman he wanted—except Regina—and now, well, her. Alys didn’t want a man besotted with her sister.

"Yes, but you should let Bradford and I go on before you. Why don’t you spend a few minutes with Daddy while we