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MACAU, December 5, 2017 (Tuesday) – Joey Yung and Twins, two of the biggest names in Cantopop over the past two decades, celebrated their first-ever musical collaboration with a three-day video shoot at the Hollywood-themed studio-concept resort Studio City in Macau on December 4-6, 2017. The music video, which will officially launch in January 2018, was filmed exclusively at a selection of Studio City's most iconic attractions, and marks the first time that Joey Yung has worked with Gillian Chung and Charlene Choi of Twins on a song, despite knowing each other for 20 years.
The storyline of the video for the new song, which is titled 'All, Hands up and Dance", sees Joey Yung and Twins falling asleep and passing through a 'space tunnel' before arriving at some of Studio City's most enchanting attractions to dance, sing and celebrate. The locations at which the three artists were filmed performing include Studio City's hotel lobby, hotel suite, French Garden and The Boulevard shopping precinct. The trio were also filmed enjoying themselves on the Golden Reel, the iconic 130-metre-high figure-eight Ferris wheel that sits between Studio City's Art Deco-inspired twin hotel towers, and at the resort's glamorous and stylish nightclub Pacha.
"It's thrilling that we have finally been able to join together for our first-ever musical collaboration after 20 years," said Joey Yung. "The three days we spent filming at Studio City were an incredible experience, and it took us all back to some of the amazing times and sweet memories we have shared over the years. This song is a tribute to our 20 years of friendship."
Gillian Chung and Charlene Choi also expressed their excitement over the long-awaited collaboration. "The most memorable moment of the filming was the party scene at Pacha," said Gillian Chung. "It felt like we were celebrating at a real party! We danced and sang for the whole night and enjoyed it so much," added Charlene Choi.
To commemorate the collaboration, all three of the artists added their handprints to the top of the Golden Reel today.
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Have you worked with Pekka before? What are you most looking forward to regarding that collaboration?
I have not yet played with Pekka but am looking very much forward to him coming to SCO in March. I have heard him in chamber music on a few memorable occasions, and was captivated by his unique musical dialect, its vibrancy and communicative power. I remember noting that, in the Bartok Contrasts, for example, there seemed not be one single sound that belonged "to the violin" as I knew it – everything he did sounded new, and his imagination for sound and colour, especially, simply transcended all convention. One small part of the interesting programme we are playing, which I'm naturally excited about, happens to be a movement from the Ravel Duo for violin and cello, a piece that demands utmost sensitivity to colour and texture from both players; when it works well it can feel like you're sculpting something out of smoke, or some impossibly delicate material. I'm looking forward to our explorations with this, and of course the other Ravel pieces for orchestra.
Pekka is passionate about breaking down the barriers between performers and listeners and shaking up the format of a traditional classical concert – how do you think that mentality suits the SCO?
It seems to me that he rather breaks down barriers within music itself – or, to put it another way, he has a way of opening musical doors that are often not so immediately visible to others. What he can produce, in terms of tonal range, atmosphere, gesture, a sense of theatre, is so out of the ordinary for many that people are compelled to listen in a new way. Not to mention his immense honesty on the concert platform; perhaps a little like Yo Yo Ma, his sense of warmth and openness speaks to everyone in the hall before even a note has been played. SCO welcomes any artist who genuinely shares their music-making, and in that respect I can't think of a more generous figure than Pekka.
Last Season you featured as a soloist playing CPE Bach, now you'll be featured once again for Crumb's God-Music from Black Angels - how have you approach this piece compared to the Bach?
It could hardly be a more different task! That said, both composers were somewhat pioneers in terms of new sounds/special effects... and maybe, just maybe, Carl Phillip Emmanuel Bach would have been familiar with the same slightly eerie sound of the glass harmonica, invented in 1761 (In George Crumb's piece the solo cello is accompanied by 20 bowed wine glasses, each carefully tuned.) But they've not much more in common than that! I enjoy being placed in other, less conventional sound worlds, so long as that amounts to something musically worthy. Black Angels is a marvellously effective work, written for electric string quartet, and is seen very much as response to and protest against the Vietnam war. The movement we are playing - "God Music" - comes from the third and final part of the piece ("Return") and the cello – unsurprisingly – seems to represent divine presence, order and redemption (whereas the solo violin is chosen, naturally, for the "Devil Music" in the quartet's first part.)
What do you think audiences can expect from the concert?
Unusually the first half of this programme will run without break, or without conventional applause between pieces. And as we weave in and out of Ravel's Tombeau de Couperin (for orchestra) there seem to be areas for reflection and commentary, setting the pieces in greater emotional relief – at least, that's how I imagine it could be, at the time of writing. It's also not so often that an audience's ears are having to constantly "re-calibrate" between orchestra and solo/duo pieces, so in that way the evening will feel more multi-dimensional.
Pekka will be directing Ravel and Haydn on 20 & 21 March. Tickets can be purchased from the Queen's Hall and Glasgow City Halls Box Offices, online, or over the phone (0131 668 2019).

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Elizabeth Cameron, the Countess of Havenhurst, possesses a rare gentleness and fierce courage to match her exquisite beauty. But her reputation is shattered when she is discovered in the arms of Ian Thornton, a notorious gambler and social outcast. A dangerously handsome man of secret wealth and mysterious lineage, Ian's interest in Elizabeth may not be all that it seems. His voyage to her heart is fraught with intrigue, scandal, and a venomous revenge. As a twisting path of secrets takes them from London's drawing rooms to the awe-inspiring Scottish Highlands, Elizabeth must learn the truth: is Ian merely a ruthless fortune hunter at heart?
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Fifteen servants wearing the traditional blue and silver livery of the Earl of Cameron left Havenhurst at dawn on the same day. All of them carried identical, urgent messages that Lady Elizabeth's uncle, Mr. Julius Cameron, had directed them to deliver at fifteen homes throughout England.
The recipients of these messages all had only one thing in common: They had once offered for Lady Elizabeth's hand in marriage.
All fifteen of these gentlemen, upon reading the message, exhibited shock at its contents. Some of them were incredulous, others derisive, and still others cruelly satisfied. Twelve of them promptly wrote out replies declining Julius Cameron's outrageous suggestion, then they hurried off in search of friends with whom they could share this unsurpassed, delicious piece of incredible gossip.
Three of the recipients reacted differently.
* * *
Lord John Marchman had just returned from his favorite daily pastime of hunting when the Havenhurst servant arrived at his home, and a footman brought him the message.
I'll be damned, he breathed as he read. The message stated that Mr. Julius Cameron was desirous of seeing his niece, Lady Elizabeth Cameron, suitably and immediately wed. To that end, Mr. Cameron said he would now be willing to reconsider John's previously rejected offer for Lady Elizabeth's hand. Cognizant of the year and a half that had passed since they had been in each other's company, Julius Cameron volunteered to send his niece, properly chaperoned, to spend a sennight with John so that they might
renew their acquaintance.
Unable to believe what he was reading. Lord Marchman paced the floor and read the entire message twice more.
I'll be damned, he said again. Raking a hand through his sandy hair, he glanced distractedly at the wall beside him, which was completely covered with his most prized possessions—the heads of the animals he'd hunted in Europe and abroad. A moose stared back at him through glazed eyes; beside it a wild boar snarled. Reaching up, he scratched the moose behind its antlers in an affectionate, if ludicrous, gesture that expressed his gratitude for the splendid day of hunting that particular prize had afforded him.
A vision of Elizabeth Cameron danced enchantingly before his eyes—an incredibly lovely face with green eyes, cameo skin, and soft, smiling lips. A year and a half ago, when he'd met her, he'd thought her the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. After meeting her only twice he'd been so taken with the charming, unaffected seventeen-year-old girl that he'd dashed off to her brother and offered for her, only to be coldly rejected.
Evidently Elizabeth's uncle, who was now her guardian, judged John by different standards.
Perhaps the lovely Lady Elizabeth herself had been behind this decision; perhaps their two meetings in the park had meant as much to her as they had to him.
Getting up, John wandered over to the third wall, which held a variety of fishing poles, and thoughtfully selected one. The trout would be biting this afternoon, he decided as he remembered Elizabeth's magnificent honey-colored hair. Her hair had glistened in the sunlight, reminding him of the shimmering scales of a beautiful trout as it breaks the water. The analogy seemed so perfect and so poetic that Lord Marchman stopped, spellbound by his own phrasing, and put the fishing pole down. He would compliment Elizabeth's hair in exactly those words, he decided, when he accepted her uncle's offer and she came to his home next month.
* * *
Sir Francis Belhaven, the fourteenth recipient of Julius Cameron's message, read it while sitting in his bedchamber wrapped in a satin dressing gown, his mistress naked and waiting for him in his bed across the room.
Francis, darling, she purred, raking her long fingernails down the satin sheets,
what's important enough about that message to keep you over there instead of here?
He looked up and frowned at the sound her nails were making.
Don't scratch the sheets, love, he said.
They cost £30 apiece.
If you cared about me, she countered, careful not to sound as if she was whining,
you wouldn't give a thought to the cost. Francis Belhaven was so tightfisted that there were times Eloise wondered if marrying him would gain her more than a gown or two a year.
If you cared about me, he countered smoothly,
you'd be more careful with my coin.
At five and forty Francis Belhaven had never been married, but he'd never lacked for feminine companionship. He enjoyed women immensely—their bodies, their faces, their bodies . . .
Now, however, he needed a legitimate heir, and for that he needed a wife. During the last year he'd been giving a good deal of thought to his rather stringent requirements for the lucky young lady he would eventually choose. He wanted a young wife as well as a beautiful wife with money of her own so she wouldn't squander his.
Glancing up from Julius's message, he gazed hungrily at Eloise's breasts and mentally added a new requirement for his future wife: She must be understanding about his sensual appetite and his need for variety on his sexual menu. It would not do for her to pucker up like a prune merely because he was involved in one trivial little affair or another. At the age of forty-five, he had no intention of being ruled by some chit with pious notions of morality and fidelity.
A vision of Elizabeth Cameron was superimposed against his naked mistress. What a lush little beauty she'd been when he'd offered for her nearly two years ago. Her breasts had been ripe, her waist tiny, her face . . . unforgettable. Her fortune . . . adequate. Since then gossip had it that she was practically destitute after her brother's mysterious disappearance, but her uncle had indicated that she would bring a sizable dowry, which meant the gossip was as wrong as always.
Arising, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside Eloise. Caressingly he laid a hand on her hip, but he reached for the bell pull with his other hand.
A moment, my darling, he said as a servant rushed into the bedchamber. He handed over the note and said,
Instruct my secretary to send an affirmative reply.
* * *
The last invitation was forwarded from Ian Thornton's London town house to Montmayne, his country estate, where it appeared on his desk among a mountain of business and social correspondence awaiting his attention. Ian opened Julius Cameron's missive while he was in the midst of rapid-fire dictation to his new secretary, and he did not take nearly so long to make a decision as Lord John Marchman or Sir Francis Belhaven.
He stared at it in utter disbelief while his secretary, Peters, who'd only been with him for a fortnight, muttered a silent prayer of gratitude for the break and continued scribbling as fast as he could, trying futilely to catch up with his employer's dictation.
This, said Ian curtly,
was sent to me either by mistake or as a joke. In either case, it's in excruciatingly bad taste. A memory of Elizabeth Cameron flickered across Ian's mind—a mercenary, shallow little flirt with a face and body that had drugged his mind. She'd been betrothed to a viscount when he'd met her. Obviously she hadn't married her viscount—no doubt she'd jilted him in favor of someone with even better prospects. The English nobility, as he well knew, married only for prestige and money, then looked elsewhere for sexual fulfillment. Evidently Elizabeth Cameron's relatives were putting her back on the marriage block. If so, they must be damned eager to unload her if they were willing to forsake a title for Ian's money . . . . That line of conjecture seemed so unlikely that Ian dismissed it. This note was obviously a stupid prank, perpetrated, no doubt, by someone who remembered the gossip that had exploded over that weekend house party—someone who thought he'd find the note amusing.
Completely dismissing the prankster and Elizabeth Cameron from his mind, Ian glanced at his harassed secretary who was frantically scribbling away.
No reply is necessary, he said. As he spoke he flipped the message across his desk toward his secretary, but the white parchment slid across the polished oak and floated to the floor. Peters made an awkward dive to catch it, but as he lurched sideways all the other correspondence that went with his dictation slid off his lap onto the floor.
I—I'm sorry, sir, he stammered, leaping up and trying to collect the dozens of pieces of paper he'd scattered on the carpet
Extremely sorry, Mr. Thornton, he added, frantically snatching up contracts, invitations and letters and shoving them into a disorderly pile.
His employer appeared not to hear him. He was already rapping out more instructions and passing the corresponding invitations and letters across the desk.
Decline the first three, accept the fourth, decline the fifth. Send my condolences on this one. On this one, explain that I'm going to be in Scotland, and send an invitation to join me there, along with directions to the cottage.
Clutching the papers to his chest, Peters poked his face up on the opposite side of the desk.
Yes, Mr. Thornton! he said, trying to sound confident. But it was hard to be confident when one was on one's knees. Harder still when one wasn't entirely certain which instructions of the morning went with which invitation or piece of correspondence.
Ian Thornton spent the rest of the afternoon closeted with Peters, heaping more dictation on the inundated clerk.
He spent the evening with the Earl of Melbourne, his future father-in-law, discussing the betrothal contract being drawn up between the earl's daughter and himself.
Peters spent part of his evening trying to learn from the butler which invitations his employer was likely to accept or reject.
With the help of her footman, who did double duty as a groom when the occasion required (which it usually did), Lady Elizabeth Cameron, Countess of Havenhurst, hopped down from her aging mare.
Thank you, Charles, she said, grinning affectionately at the old retainer.
At the moment the young countess did not remotely resemble the conventional image of a noblewoman, nor even a lady of fashion: Her hair was covered with a blue kerchief that was tied at the nape; her gown was simple, unadorned, and somewhat outdated; and over her arm was the woven basket she used to do her marketing in the village. But not even her drab clothing, her ancient horse, or the market basket over her arm could make Elizabeth Cameron look
common. Beneath her kerchief her shining gold hair fell in a luxurious tumble over her shoulders and back; left unbound, as it normally was, it framed a face of striking, flawless beauty. Her finely molded cheekbones were slightly high, her skin creamy and glowing with health, her lips generous and soft. But her eyes were her most striking feature; beneath delicately winged eyebrows long, curly lashes fringed eyes that were a vivid, startling green. Not hazel or aqua, but green; wonderfully expressive eyes that sparkled like emeralds when she was happy or darkened when she was pensive.
The footman peered hopefully at the contents of the basket, which were wrapped in paper, but Elizabeth shook her head with a rueful grin.
There are no tarts in there, Charles. They were much too expensive, and Mr. Jenkins would not be reasonable. I told him I would buy a whole dozen, but he would not reduce the price by so much as a penny, so I refused to buy even one—on principle. Do you know, she confided with a chuckle,
last week when he saw me coming into his shop he hid behind the flour sacks?
He's a coward! Charles said, grinning, for it was a known fact among tradesmen and shopkeepers that Elizabeth Cameron pinched a shilling until it squeaked, and that when it came to bargaining for price—which it always did with her—they rarely came out the winner. Her intellect, not her beauty, was her greatest asset in these transactions, for she could not only add and multiply in her head, but she was so sweetly reasonable, and so inventive when she listed her reasons for expecting a better price, that she either wore out her opponents or confused them into agreeing with her.
Her concern with money didn't stop with tradesmen; at Havenhurst there was scarcely an economy she didn't practice, but her methods were successful. At nineteen years old, with the burden of her small ancestral estate and eighteen of its original ninety servants on her youthful shoulders, she was managing with limited financial help from her grudging uncle to do the nearly impossible: She was keeping Havenhurst off the auctioneer's block, as well as feeding and clothing the servants who had remained there. The only
luxury Elizabeth permitted herself was Miss Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones, who had been Elizabeth's duenna and was now her paid companion at severely reduced wages. Although Elizabeth felt perfectly capable of living alone at Havenhurst, she knew that, were she to do it, what little was left of her reputation would have been blackened beyond redemption.
Elizabeth handed her basket to her footman and said cheerfully, "Instead of tarts I bought strawberries. Mr. Thergood is more reasonable than Mr. Jenkins. He agrees that when a person buys multiples of something, it is only reasonable that she should pay less per each."
Charles scratched his head at these complicated notions, but he tried to look as if he understood.
O' course, he agreed as he led her horse away.
Any fool could understand that.
"My feelings exactly," she said, then she turned and ran lightly up the front steps, her mind set on going over the account books. Bentner swung open the front door, the stout, elderly butler's features tense with excitement. In the tone of one who is bursting with delight but is too dignified to show it, he announced, "You have a visitor. Miss Elizabeth!"
For a year and a half there had been no visitors at Havenhurst, and so it was little wonder that Elizabeth felt an absurd burst of pleasure followed by confusion. It couldn't be another creditor; Elizabeth had paid them off by stripping Havenhurst of all its valuables and most of its furniture.
Who is it? she asked, stepping into the hall and reaching up to pull off her kerchief.
A beaming grin broke across Bentner's entire face.
It is Alexandra Lawrence! Er—Townsende, he corrected himself, recalling that their visitor was married now.
Joyous disbelief held Elizabeth immobilized for a split second, then she turned and burst into an unladylike run, pulling off her kerchief as she dashed toward the drawing room. In the doorway she came to an abrupt halt, the kerchief dangling from her fingertips, her eyes riveted to the lovely young brunette who was standing in the middle of the room, clad in an elegant red traveling suit. The brunette turned, and the two girls looked at each other while slow smiles dawned across their faces and glowed in their eyes. Elizabeth's voice was a whisper, filled with admiration, disbelief, and pure delight. "Alex? Is it really you?"
The brunette nodded, her smile widening.
They stood still, uncertain, each one noting the dramatic changes in the other in the past year and a half, each one wondering a little apprehensively if the changes went too deep. In the silent room the ties of childhood friendship and long-standing affection began to tighten around them, pulling them forward a hesitant step, then another, and suddenly they were running toward each other, flinging their arms around one another in fierce hugs, laughing and crying with joy.
Oh, Alex, you look wonderful! I've missed you so! Elizabeth laughed, hugging her again. To society
Alex was Alexandra, Duchess of Hawthorne, but to Elizabeth she was
Alex, her oldest friend in the world—the friend who'd been on a prolonged honeymoon trip and so was unlikely to have heard yet of the awful mess Elizabeth was in.
Pulling her down onto the sofa, Elizabeth launched into a torrent of questions.
When did you return from your honeymoon trip? Are you happy? What brings you here? How long can you stay?
I've missed you, too, Alex replied, chuckling, and she began answering Elizabeth's questions in the order they'd been asked. "We returned three weeks ago. I'm ecstatically happy. I'm here to see you, of course, and I can stay for a few days, if you wish me to."
Of course I wish it! Elizabeth said gaily.
I have absolutely nothing planned, except for today. My uncle is coming to see me. Actually, Elizabeth's social schedule was perfectly blank for the next twelve months, and her uncle's occasional visits were worse than having nothing to do. But none of that mattered anymore. Elizabeth was so absurdly happy to see her friend that she couldn't stop smiling.
As they had done when they were youngsters, both girls kicked off their slippers, curled their legs beneath them, and talked for hours with the easy camaraderie of kindred spirits separated for years, yet eternally united by girlhood memories, happy, tender, and sad.
Will you ever forget, Elizabeth laughingly asked two hours later,
those wonderful mock tournaments we used to have whenever Mary Ellen's family had a birthday?
Never, Alex said feelingly, smiling with the memories.
You unseated me every time we had a joust, Elizabeth said.
Yes, but you won every single shooting contest. At least, you did until your parents found out and decided you were too old—and too refined—to join us. Alex sobered.
We missed you after that.
Not as much as I missed you. I always knew exactly which days those jousts were taking place, and I would mope around here in complete gloom, imagining what fun you were having. Then Robert and I decided to start our own tournaments, and we made all the servants participate, she added, laughing as she thought of her half-brother and herself in those bygone days.
After a moment Alex's smile faded. "Where is Robert? You haven't mentioned him at all."
He . . . She hesitated, knowing that she couldn't talk of her half-brother's disappearance without revealing everything that had preceded it. On the other hand, there was something in Alexandra's sympathetic eyes that made Elizabeth wonder uneasily if her friend had already heard the whole awful story. In a matter-of-fact voice she said,
Robert disappeared a year and a half ago. I think it may have had something to do with—well, debts. Let's not talk of it, she said hastily.
Very well, Alex agreed with an artificially bright smile.
What shall we talk about?
You, Elizabeth said promptly.
Alex was older than Elizabeth, and time flew past as Alexandra talked of the husband she had wed, whom she obviously adored. Elizabeth listened attentively to the descriptions of the wondrous places all over the world that he had taken her to see on their honeymoon trip.
Tell me about London, Elizabeth said when Alex ran out of conversation about foreign cities.
What do you want to know? she asked, sobering.
Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair and opened her mouth to ask the questions that mattered most to her, but pride prevented her from voicing them.
Oh—nothing in particular, she lied. I want to know if my friends ridicule me or condemn me—or worse, if they pity me, she thought. I want to know if it's common gossip that I'm penniless now. Most of all, I want to know why none of them has bothered to visit me or even to send me a message.
A year and a half ago, when she'd made her debut, she had been an instant success, and offers for her hand were made in record numbers. Now, at nineteen, she was an outcast from the same society that had once imitated, praised, and petted her. Elizabeth had broken their rules, and in doing so she had become the focus of a scandal that raged through the ton like wildfire.
As Elizabeth looked uneasily at Alexandra she wondered if society knew the whole story or only the scandal; she wondered if they still talked about it or if it had finally been laid to rest. Alex had left on her prolonged trip just before it all happened, and she wondered if Alex had heard about it since her return.
The questions tumbled in her mind, desperate to be voiced, but she could not risk asking for two reasons: In the first place, the answers, when they came, might make her cry, and she would not give in to tears. In the second, in order to ask Alex the questions she longed to ask she would have to first inform her friend of all that had happened. And the simple truth was that Elizabeth was too lonely and bereft to risk the possibility that Alex might also abandon her if she knew.
What sorts of things do you want to know? Alex asked with a determinedly blank, cheerful smile pinned to her face—a smile designed to conceal her pity and sorrow from her proud friend.
Anything! Elizabeth immediately replied.
Well, then, Alex said, eager to banish the pall of Elizabeth's painful, unspoken questions from the room,
Lord Dusenberry just became betrothed to Cecelia Lacroix!
How nice, Elizabeth replied with a soft, winsome smile, her voice filled with genuine happiness.
He's very wealthy and from one of the finest families.
He's an inveterate philanderer, and he'll take a mistress within a month of their vows, Alex countered with the directness that had always shocked and rather delighted Elizabeth.
I hope you're mistaken.
I'm not. But if you think I am, would you care to place a wager on it? Alex continued, so happy to see the laughter rekindle in her friend's eyes that she spoke without thinking.
Say £30?
Suddenly Elizabeth couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. She needed to know whether loyalty had brought Alex to her—or whether she was here because she mistakenly believed Elizabeth was still the most sought-after female in London. Lifting her eyes to Alex's blue ones, Elizabeth said with quiet dignity,
I do not have £30, Alex.
Alex returned her somber gaze, trying to blink back tears of sympathy.
I know.
Elizabeth had learned to deal with relentless adversity, to hide her fear and hold her head high. Now, faced with kindness and loyalty, she nearly gave in to the hated tears that tragedy had not wrung from her. Scarcely able to drag the words past the tears clogging her throat, Elizabeth said humbly,
Thank you.
There's nothing for which to thank me. I've heard the whole sordid story, and I don't believe a word of it! Furthermore, I want you to come to London for the Season and stay with us. Leaning forward, Alex took her hand. "For the sake of your own pride, you have to face them all down. I'll help you. Better yet, I'll convince my husband's grandmother to lend her consequence to you. Believe me,
Alex finished feelingly, but with a fond smile, no one will dare to cut you if the Dowager Duchess of Hawthorne stands behind you."
"Please, Alex, stop. You don't know what you're saying. Even if I were willing, which I'm not, she would never agree. I don't know her, but she'll surely know all about me. About what people say about me, I mean."
Alex held her gaze steadily.
You're right on one account —she had heard the gossip while I was away. I've talked the matter over with her, however, and she is willing to meet you and then make her own decision. She'll love you, just as I do. And when that happens she'll move heaven and earth to make society accept you.
Elizabeth shook her head, swallowing back a constricting lump of emotion that was part gratitude, part humiliation.
I appreciate it, really I do, but I couldn't endure it.
I've quite made up my mind, Alex warned gently.
My husband respects my judgment, and he'll agree, I have no doubt. As to gowns for a Season, I have many I've not yet worn. I'll lend—
Absolutely not! Elizabeth burst out.
Please, Alex, she implored, realizing how ungrateful she must sound.
At least leave me some pride. Besides, she added with a gentle smile,
I am not quite so unlucky as you seem to think. I have you. And I have Havenhurst.
I know that, Alex said.
But I also know that you cannot stay here all your life. You don't have to go out in company when you're in London, if you don't wish to do so. But we'll spend time together. I've missed you.
You'll be too busy to do it, Elizabeth said, recalling the frenetic whirlwind of social activities that marked the Season.
I won't be that busy, Alexandra said with a mysterious smile glowing in her eyes.
I'm with child.
Elizabeth caught her in a fierce hug.
I'll come! she agreed before she could think better of it.
But I can stay at my uncle's town house if he isn't there.
Ours, Alexandra said stubbornly.
We'll see, Elizabeth countered just as stubbornly. And then she said rapturously,
A baby!
Excuse me, Miss Alex, Bentner interrupted, then he turned to Elizabeth, looking uneasy.
Your uncle has just arrived, he said. "He wishes to see you at once in the study."
Alex looked quizzically from the butler to Elizabeth.
Havenhurst seemed rather deserted when I arrived. How many servants are here?
Eighteen, Elizabeth said.
Before Robert left we were down to forty-five of the original ninety, but my uncle turned them all away. He said we didn't need them, and after examining the estate books he showed me that we couldn't possibly afford to give them anything but a roof and food. Eighteen of them remained anyway, though, she added, smiling up at Bentner as she continued,
They've lived at Havenhurst all their lives. It's their home, too.
Standing up, Elizabeth stifled the spurt of dread that was nothing more than an automatic reflex at the prospect of confronting her uncle.
This shouldn't take long. Uncle Julius never likes to remain here any longer than he absolutely must.
Bentner hung back, ostensibly gathering up the tea things, watching Elizabeth leave. When she was out of earshot he turned to the Duchess of Hawthorne, whom he'd known when she was a dab of a girl running wild in boys' breeches.
Begging your pardon, Your Grace, he said formally, his kindly old face filled with concern,
but may I say how glad I am that you're here, especially now with Mr. Cameron just arriving?
Why, thank you, Bentner. It's lovely to see you again, too. Is anything particularly amiss with Mr. Cameron?
It looks like there might be. He paused to walk over to the doorway and steal a furtive glance down the hall, then he returned to her and confided,
Aaron—our coachman, that is—and I both don't like the look of Mr. Cameron today. And there's one thing more, he stated, picking up the tea tray.
None of us who've stayed on here remained because of affection for Havenhurst. An embarrassed flush stole up his white cheeks, and his voice turned gruff with emotion.
We stayed for our young mistress. We are all she has left, you see.
His gruffly spoken avowal of loyalty made Alex's eyes sting with tears even before he added,
We must not let her uncle send her into the gloom, which is what he always does.
Is there a means to stop him? Alex asked, smiling.
Bentner straightened, nodded, and said with dignified force,
I, for one, am in favor of shoving him off London Bridge. Aaron favors poison.
There was anger and frustration in his words, but no real menace, and Alex responded with a conspiratorial smile.
I think I prefer your method, Bentner—it's tidier.
Alexandra's remark had been teasing, and Bentner's reply was a formal bow, but as they looked at each other for a moment they both acknowledged the unspoken communication they'd just exchanged. The butler had informed her that, should the staff's help be needed in any way in future, the duchess could depend upon their complete, unquestioning loyalty. The duchess's answer had assured him that, far from resenting his intrusion, she appreciated the information and would keep it in mind should such an occasion occur.
Julius Cameron looked up as his niece entered his study, and his eyes narrowed with annoyance; even now, when she was little more than an impoverished orphan, there was regal grace in her carriage and stubborn pride in the set of her small chin. She was up to her ears in debt and sinking deeper every month, but she still walked about with her head high, just like her arrogant, reckless father had done. At the age of thirty-five he had drowned in a yachting accident, along with Elizabeth's mother, and by then he'd already gambled away his substantial inheritance and secretly mortgaged his lands. Even so, he'd continued to walk with arrogance, and to live, until the very last day, like a privileged aristocrat.
As the younger son of the Earl of Havenhurst, Julius had inherited neither title nor fortune nor substantial lands, yet he had managed by dint of unstinting work and vigilant frugality to amass a considerable fortune. He had gone without all but the barest necessities in his ceaseless efforts to better his lot in life; he had eschewed the glamour and temptations of society, not only because of the incredible expense, but because he refused to hang about on the fringes of the nobility.
After all of his sacrifices, after the Spartan existence he and his wife had led, fate had still contrived to cheat him, for his wife was barren. To his everlasting bitterness, he had no heir for his fortune or his lands—no heir except the son Elizabeth would bear after she was wed.
Now, as he watched her seating herself across the desk from him, the irony of it all struck him with renewed, painful force: In actuality, he'd spent a lifetime working and scrimping . . . and all he'd accomplished was to replenish the wealth of his reckless brother's future grandson. And if that wasn't infuriating enough, he'd also been left with the task of cleaning up the mess Elizabeth's half-brother, Robert, had left behind when he'd vanished almost two years ago. As a result, it now fell to Julius to honor her father's written instructions to see her wed to a man possessed of both title and wealth, if possible. A month ago, when Julius had launched his search for a suitable husband for her, he'd expected the task to be fairly easy. After all, when she'd made her debut the year before last, her beauty, her impeccable lineage, and her alleged wealth had won her a record fifteen marital offers in four short weeks. To Julius's surprise, only three of those men had answered his letters of inquiry in the affirmative, and several hadn't bothered to answer at all. Of course, it was no secret that she was poor now, but Julius had offered a respectable dowry to get her off his hands. To Julius, who thought of everything in terms of money, her dowry alone should have made her desirable enough. Of the dreadful scandal surrounding her Julius knew little and cared less. He shunned society along with all its gossip, frivolity, and excesses.
Elizabeth's question pulled him from his angry reverie:
What did you wish to discuss with me, Uncle Julius?
Animosity, combined with resentment over what was sure to be an angry outburst from Elizabeth, made his voice more curt than normal.
I have come here today to discuss your impending marriage.
My—my what? Elizabeth gasped, so taken aback that her tight facade of dignity dropped, and for a split second she looked and felt like a child, forlorn and bewildered and trapped.
I believe you heard me. Leaning back in his chair, Julius said brusquely, "I've narrowed it down to three men. Two of them are titled, the third is not. Since titles were paramount to your father, I shall choose the man with the highest rank who offers for you, assuming I have such a choice to make."
How— Elizabeth had to pause to gather her wits before she could speak.
How did you happen to select these men?
I asked Lucinda for the names of any men who, during your debut, had discussed marrying you with Robert. She gave me their names, and I sent messengers to each of them, stating your willingness and mine—as your guardian—to reconsider them as possible husbands for you.
Elizabeth clutched the arms of her chair, trying to control her horror.
Do you mean, she said in a strangled whisper,
you made some sort of public offering of my hand in marriage to any of those men who'd take me?
Yes! he bit out, bristling at her implied accusation that he'd not behaved in a manner befitting his station or hers.
Furthermore, it may do you good to hear that your legendary attraction for the opposite sex has apparently ended. Only three of those fifteen men expressed a willingness to renew their acquaintance with you.
Humiliated to the depths of her being, Elizabeth stared blankly at the wall behind him. "I cannot believe you've done this."
His open palm hit the desk like a thunderclap. "I've acted within my rights, niece, and in accordance with your wastrel father's specific instructions. May I remind you that when I die, it is my money that will be entrusted to your husband and ultimately to your son. Mine."
For months now Elizabeth had tried to understand her uncle, and somewhere in her heart she comprehended the cause of his bitterness and even empathized with it
I wish you had been blessed with a son of your own, she said in a suffocated voice.
But I am not to blame because you were not. I've done you no harm, given you no cause to hate me enough to do this to me . . . . Her voice trailed off when she saw his expression harden at what he regarded as pleading. Elizabeth's chin rose, and she clung to what was left of her dignity.
Who are the men?
Sir Francis Belhaven, he said shortly.
Elizabeth stared at him in stupefaction and shook her head.
I met hundreds of new people during my debut, but I don't recall that name at all.
The second man is Lord John Marchman, Earl of Canford.
Again Elizabeth shook her head.
The name is somewhat familiar, but I can't recall a face to go with it.
Obviously disappointed in her reaction, her uncle said irritably,
You apparently have a poor memory. If you can't recall a knight or an earl, he added sarcastically,
I doubt you'll remember a mere mister.
Stung by his unprovoked remark, she said stiffly,
Who is the third?
Mr. Ian Thornton. He's—
That name sent Elizabeth jolting to her feet while a blaze of animosity and a shock of terror erupted through her entire body.
Ian Thornton! she cried, leaning her palms on the desk to steady herself.
Ian Thornton! she repeated, her voice rising with a mixture of anger and hysterical laughter. "Uncle, if Ian Thornton discussed marrying me, it was at the point of Robert's gun! His interest in me was never marriage, and Robert dueled with him over his behavior. In fact, Robert shot him!"
Instead of relenting or being upset, her uncle merely regarded her with blank indifference, and Elizabeth said fiercely,
Don't you understand?
What I understand, he said, glowering,
is that he replied to my message in the affirmative and was very cordial. Perhaps he regrets his earlier behavior and wishes to make amends.
Amends! she cried. "I've no idea whether he feels loathing for me or merely contempt, but I can assure you he does not and has never wished to wed me! He's the reason I can't show my face in society!"
In my opinion, you're better off away from that decadent London influence; however, that's not to the point. He has accepted my terms.
"What terms?"
Inured to Elizabeth's quaking alarm, Julius stated matter-of-factly,
Each of the three candidates has agreed that you will come to visit him briefly in order to allow you to decide if you suit. Lucinda will accompany you as chaperon. You're to leave in five days. Belhaven is first, then Marchman, then Thornton.
The room swam before Elizabeth's eyes. "I can't believe this!
she burst out, and in her misery she seized on the least of her problems. Lucinda has taken her first holiday in years! She's in Devon visiting her sister."
Then take Berta instead and have Lucinda join you later when you go to visit Thornton in Scotland.
Berta! Berta is a maid. My reputation will be in shreds if I spend a week in the home of a man with no one but a maid for a chaperon.
Then don't say she's a maid, he snapped.
Since I already referred to Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones as your chaperon in my letters, you can say that Berta is your aunt. No more objections, miss, he finished,
the matter is settled. That will be all for now. You may go.
"It's not settled! There's been some sort of horrible mistake, I tell you. Ian Thornton would never want to see me, any more than I wish to see him!"
There's no mistake, Julius said with complete finality.
Ian Thornton received my letter and accepted our offer. He even sent directions to his place in Scotland.
"Your offer,
Elizabeth cried, not mine!"
I'll not debate technicalities any further with you, Elizabeth. This discussion is at an end.
Elizabeth walked slowly down the hall and turned a corner, intending to rejoin Alexandra, but her knees were shaking so violently that she had to stop and put her hand against the wall to steady herself. Ian Thornton . . . In a matter of days she would confront Ian Thornton.
His name whirled through her mind, making her head spin with a combination of loathing, humiliation, and dread, and she finally turned and walked into the small salon where she sank down onto the sofa, staring blankly at the bright patch of wallpaper where a painting by Rubens had once hung.
Not for one moment did Elizabeth believe Ian Thornton had ever wanted to marry her, and she could not imagine what possible motive he might now have for accepting her uncle's outrageous offer. She had been a naive, gullible fool where he was concerned.
Now, as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, she could hardly believe she'd ever been as reckless—or as carefree—as she'd been the weekend she met him. She'd been so certain that her future would be bright, but then, she'd had no reason to think otherwise.
Her parents' death when she was eleven years old had been a dark time for her, but Robert had been there to comfort her and cheer her and promise her that everything would soon look bright again. Robert was eight years older than she, and although he was actually her half-brother— her mother's son by her first marriage—Elizabeth had loved and relied on him for as long as she could remember. Her parents had been gone so often that they had seemed more like beautiful visitors who flitted in and out of her life three or four times a year, bringing her presents and then vanishing soon after in a wave of gay good-byes.
Except for the loss of her parents, Elizabeth's childhood had been very pleasant indeed. Her sunny disposition had made her a favorite with all the servants, who doted on her. Cook gave her sweets; the butler taught her to play chess; Aaron, the head coachman, taught her to play whist, and years later he taught her to use a pistol should the occasion ever occur when she needed to protect herself.
But of all her
friends at Havenhurst, the one with whom Elizabeth spent the most time was Oliver, the head gardener who'd come to Havenhurst when she was eleven. A quiet man with gentle eyes, Oliver labored in Havenhurst's greenhouse and flowerbeds, talking softly to his cuttings and plants.
Plants need affection, he'd explained when she surprised him one day in the greenhouse, speaking encouragements to a wilting violet,
just like people. Go ahead, he'd invited her, nodding toward the drooping violet,
give that pretty violet an encouragin' word.
Elizabeth had felt a little foolish, but she had done as instructed, for Oliver's expertise as a gardener was unquestionable—Havenhurst's gardens had improved dramatically in the months since he'd come there. And so she had leaned toward the violet and earnestly told it,
I hope you are soon completely recovered and your old lovely self again! Then she had stepped back and waited expectantly for the yellowing, drooping leaves to lift toward the sun.
I've given her a dose of my special medicine, Oliver said as he carefully moved the potted plant to the benches where he kept all his ailing patients.
In a few days, you come back and see if she isn't anxious to show you how much better she feels. Oliver, Elizabeth later realized, regarded all flowering plants as
she, while all others were
The very next day Elizabeth went to the greenhouse, but the violet looked as miserable as ever. Five days later she'd all but forgotten the plant and had merely gone to the greenhouse to share some tarts with Oliver.
You've a friend over there waiting to see you, missy, he told her.
Elizabeth had wandered over to the table with the ailing plants and discovered the violet, its delicate flowers standing sturdily on fragile little stems, its leaves perked up.
Oliver! she'd cried delightedly. "How did you do that?"
" 'Twas your kind words and a bit o' my medicine what pulled her through," he said, and because he could see the glimmerings of genuine fascination—or perhaps because he wished to distract the newly orphaned girl from her woes— he'd taken her through the greenhouse, naming the plants and showing her grafts he was trying to make. Afterward he'd asked if she would like a small garden for her own, and when Elizabeth nodded they'd strolled through the seedlings in the greenhouse, beginning to plan what flowers she ought to plant.
That day marked the beginning of Elizabeth's enduring love affair with growing things. Working at Oliver's side, an apron tied around her waist to protect her dress, she learned all he could tell her of his
medicines and mulches and attempts to graft one plant to another.
And when Oliver had taught her all he knew, Elizabeth began to teach him, for she had a distinct advantage— Elizabeth could read, and Havenhurst's library had been the pride of her grandfather. Side by side they sat upon the garden bench until twilight made reading impossible, while Elizabeth read to him about ancient and modem methods of helping plants grow stronger and more vibrant. Within five years Elizabeth's
little garden encompassed most of the main beds. Wherever she knelt with her small spade, flowers seemed to burst into bloom about her.
They know you love 'em, Oliver told her with one of his rare grins as she knelt in a bed of gaily colored pansies one day,
and they're showin' you they love you back by givin' you their very best.
When Oliver's health required he go to a warmer clime, Elizabeth missed him greatly and spent even more time in her gardens. There she gave full rein to her own ideas, sketching out planting arrangements and bringing them to life, recruiting footmen and grooms to help her enlarge the beds until they covered a newly terraced section that stretched across the entire back of the house.
In addition to her gardening and the companionship of the servants, Elizabeth took great pleasure in her friendship with Alexandra Lawrence. Alex was the closest neighbor of Elizabeth's approximate age, and although Alex was older, they shared the same exuberant pleasure in lying in bed at night, telling blood-chilling stories of ghosts until they were giggling with nervous fear, or sitting in Elizabeth's large tree house, confiding girlish secrets and private dreams.
Even after Alex had married and gone away, Elizabeth never regarded herself as lonely, because she had something else she loved that occupied all her plans and most of her time: She had Havenhurst. Originally a castle, complete with moat and high stone enclosures, Havenhurst had been the dower house of a twelfth-century grandmother of Elizabeth's. The husband of that particular grandmother had taken advantage of his influence with the king to have several unusual codicils attached to Havenhurst's entailment—codicils to ensure that it would belong to his wife and their successors for as long as they wished to keep it, be those successors male or female.
As a result, at the age of eleven when her father died, Elizabeth had become the Countess of Havenhurst, and although the title itself meant little to her, Havenhurst, with its colorful history, meant everything. By the time she was seventeen she was as familiar with that history as she was with her own. She knew everything about the sieges it had withstood, complete with the names of the attackers and the strategies the earls and countesses of Havenhurst had employed to keep it safe. She knew all there was to know of its former owners, their accomplishments and their foibles— from the first earl, whose daring and skill in battle had made him a legend (but who was secretly terrified of his wife), to his son, who'd had his unfortunate horse shot when the young earl fell off while practicing at the quintain in Havenhurst's bailey.
The moat had been filled in centuries before, the castle walls removed, and the house itself enlarged and altered until it now looked like a picturesque, rambling country house that bore little or no resemblance to its original self. But even so, Elizabeth knew from parchments and paintings in the library exactly where everything had been, including the moat, the wall, and probably the quintain.
As a result of all that, by the time she was seventeen Elizabeth Cameron was very unlike most well-born young ladies. Extraordinarily well-read, poised, and with a streak of practicality that was evidencing itself more each day, she was already learning from the bailiff about the running of her own estate. Surrounded by trusted adults for all her life, she was naively optimistic that all people must be as nice and as dependable as she and everyone else at Havenhurst.
It was little wonder that on that fateful day when Robert unexpectedly arrived from London, dragged her away from the roses she was pruning, and, grinning broadly, informed her that she was going to make her debut in London in six months, Elizabeth had reacted with pleasure and no concern at all about encountering any difficulties.
It's all arranged, he'd told her excitedly.
Lady Jamison has agreed to sponsor you—out of fondness for our mother's memory. The thing's going to cost a bloody fortune, but it'll be worth it.
Elizabeth had stared at him in surprise.
You've never mentioned the cost of anything before. We aren't in any sort of financial difficulty, are we, Robert?
Not anymore, he'd lied.
We have a fortune right here, only I didn't realize it.
Where? Elizabeth asked, completely baffled by everything she was hearing as well as by the uneasy feeling she had.
Laughing, he tugged her over to the mirror, cupped her face in his hands, and made her look at herself.
After casting him a puzzled glance she looked at her face in the mirror, then she laughed.
Why didn't you just say I had a smudge? she said, rubbing at the small streak on her cheek with her fingertips.
Elizabeth, he chuckled,
is that all you see in that mirror—a smudge on your cheek?
No, I see my face, she answered.
How does it look to you?
Like my face, she replied in amused exasperation.
Elizabeth, that face of yours is our fortune now! he cried.
I never thought of it until yesterday, when Bertie Krandell told me about the splendid offer his sister just got from Lord Cheverley.
Elizabeth was stupefied.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about your marriage, he explained with his reckless grin. "You're twice as beautiful as Bertie's sister. With your face and Havenhurst as your dowry, you'll be able to make a marriage that will make all England buzz. That marriage will bring you jewels and gowns and beautiful homes, and it will bring me connections that will be worth more than money. Besides,
he teased, if I run short now and then, I know you'll throw a few thousand pounds my way—from your pin money."
"We are short of money, aren't we?
Elizabeth persisted, too concerned about that to care about a London debut. Robert's gaze dropped from hers, and with a weary sigh he gestured toward the sofa. We're in a bit of a fix,
he admitted when she sat down beside him. Elizabeth might have been barely seventeen, but she knew when he was gulling her, and her expression made it clear she suspected he was doing exactly that. Actually,
he admitted reluctantly, we're in a bad fix. Very bad."
How can that be? she asked, and despite the fear beginning to quake through her, she managed to sound calm.
Embarrassment tinted his handsome face with a ruddy hue.
For one thing, Father left behind a staggering amount of debts, some of them from gaming. I've accumulated more than a few debts of that sort of my own. I've been holding his creditors and mine off for the last several years as best I can, but they're getting nasty now. And it's not just that. Havenhurst costs a bloody ransom to run, Elizabeth. Its income doesn't match its expenses by a long way, and it never has. The end result is that we're mortgaged up to our ears, you and I both. We're going to have to mortgage the contents of the house to pay off some of these debts or neither of us will be able to show a face in London, and that's not the worst of it. Havenhurst is yours, not mine, but if you can't make a good marriage, it's going to end up on the auction block, and soon.
Her voice shook only slightly, but inwardly Elizabeth was a roiling mass of bewilderment and alarm.
You just said a London Season would cost a fortune, and we obviously don't have it, she pointed out practically.
The creditors will back away the minute they see you're betrothed to a man of means and consequence, and I promise you we won't have a problem finding one of those.
Elizabeth thought the whole scheme sounded mercenary and cold, but Robert shook his head. This time he was the practical one: "You're a female, love, and you have to wed, you know that—all women must wed. You're not going to meet anyone eligible cooped up at Havenhurst. And I'm not suggesting we accept an offer from just anyone. I'll choose someone you can develop a lasting affection for, and then,
he promised sincerely, I'll bargain for a long engagement on the basis of your youth. No respectable man would want to rush a seventeen-year-old girl into matrimony before she was ready for it. It's the only way," he warned her when she looked as if she was going to argue.
Sheltered though she'd been, Elizabeth knew he was not being unreasonable about expecting her to wed. Before her parent's death they'd made it very clear that it was her duty to marry in accordance with her family's wishes. In this case, her half-brother was in charge of making the selection, and Elizabeth trusted him implicitly.
Fess up, Robert teased gently,
haven't you ever dreamed of wearing beautiful gowns and being courted by handsome beaux?
Perhaps a few times, Elizabeth admitted with an embarrassed sidewise smile, and it was something of an understatement. She was a normal, healthy girl, filled with affection, and she'd read her share of romantic novels. That last part of what Robert said had much appeal.
Very well, she said with a decisive chuckle.
We'll give it a try.
"We'll have to do more than try, Elizabeth, we'll have to pull it off, or you'll end up as a landless governess to someone else's children instead of a countess or better, with children of your own. I'll land in debtors' gaol.
The idea of Robert in a dank cell and herself without Havenhurst was enough to make Elizabeth agree to almost anything. Leave everything to me," he said, and Elizabeth did.
In the next six months Robert set about to overcome every obstacle that might prevent Elizabeth from making a spectacular impression on the London scene. A woman named Mrs. Porter was employed to teach Elizabeth those intricate social skills her mother and former governess had not. From Mrs. Porter Elizabeth learned that she must never betray that she was intelligent, well-read, or the slightest bit interested in horticulture.
An expensive couturier in London was employed to design and make all the gowns Mrs. Porter deemed necessary for the Season.
Miss Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones, former paid companion to several of the ton's most successful debutantes of prior seasons, came to Havenhurst to fill the position of Elizabeth's duenna. A woman of fifty with wiry gray hair she scraped back into a bun and the posture of a ramrod, she had a permanently pinched face, as if she smelled something disagreeable but was too well-bred to remark upon it. In addition to the duenna's daunting physical appearance, Elizabeth observed shortly after their first meeting that Miss Throckmorton-Jones possessed an astonishing ability to sit serenely for hours without twitching so much as a finger.
Elizabeth refused to be put off by her stony demeanor and set about finding a way to thaw her. Teasingly, she called her
Lucy, and when the casually affectionate nickname won a thunderous frown from the lady, Elizabeth tried to find a different


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A child's baby teeth are naturally designed to stay in place until forced out by an erupting permanent tooth. Unfortunately, there are some cases in which a child loses a baby tooth too early. When this occurs, it may be necessary to place a space maintainer.
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A space maintainer is a small oral appliance that helps save room until the permanent tooth erupts. Otherwise, the remaining baby teeth would begin to drift, causing teeth to crowd, become misaligned, crooked, and can even cause problems when the permanent tooth actually does erupt. By not preserving this space caused by the premature loss of a baby tooth, your child is more likely to need extensive and costly dental treatments such as orthodontics, later on.
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If your child has lost a baby tooth prematurely, call Choto Family Dentistry today at (865) 409-5077 to schedule a consultation for a space maintainer. Ignoring the gap may cause interference with the development of your child's jaw, bite, and permanent teeth, which can later cost more money in dental treatments and even alter your child's looks entirely!
We welcome patients from the areas of Knoxville, Tennessee, and the communities of Choto and Northshore.