Chapter
One
Callie
Hutton
Pemberton Hall
Christmas Day,
1814
She’s
here.
A jolt of excitement shot through
Marcus, Viscount Weatherby, as he spotted her after scanning the crowd packed into the ballroom at
Pemberton Hall. He had carelessly tossed aside the invitation he’d received to
the lavish Christmas
Ball the Duke and Duchess of Pemberton hosted each year. Then when
Penrose mentioned at White’s yesterday that Lady Surrey would be in attendance,
he knew nothing could keep him away.
Emma--my Emma.
Almost as if
connected by an invisible cord, he headed in her direction, snatching two
glasses of champagne from a passing footman. Trying his best to shoulder his way
through the crush, he groaned in frustration when ... Read more
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