Happily Bedded Bliss: the Rakes of Cavendish Square
“The incident with her sketchbook kept replaying itself over and over again in her mind, along with the expressions on everyone’s faces, which ranged from shock and dismay to anger, disbelief and even titillated amusement. The latter belonged to Lettice Waxhaven, who’d looked so puffed full of spiteful delight it was a wonder canary feathers weren’t sticking to her lips as she smiled.
The worst of all, though, had been the look of sad disappointment on her mother’s face, as if Ava Byron couldn’t believe her youngest child would be capable of committing such a shameful, headstrong act.
And then there’d been Edward . . .
After the guests had been hurried off to their rooms, he’d marched her into his study. There, she’d tried to explain that it wasn’t what they were all imagining, that there was nothing between her and the man in the drawing—this Lord Northcote, whom she’d never even met. She’d simply found him intriguing from an artistic point of view and had sketched him.
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