How to School Your Scoundrel
“Luisa leaned against the rough bark of a tree in the park opposite, London Baedeker’s in hand, and studied the stately ducal windows over the crisp edges of her guidebook.
Her heart beat smartly in her chest. She could almost taste its energy at the back of her throat. Somewhere behind one of those heavy-draped windows sat her sister Emilie, perhaps reading a book, perhaps pacing the elegant floorboards of her allotted room. Perhaps sitting with her duke, the one with the strange mask and t...he white hair. Perhaps peering out the window and wondering who stood outside.
Despite the cold February air, the unfashionable time of year, the house was bustling. A stream of people eddied around the entrance steps, laden with flowers and parcels and musical instruments. Several vehicles lay alongside the curb, horses’ necks all lowered at the same resigned angle. Just outside the massive front entrance, a man in livery directed the flow of traffic, stopping each man, delivering instructions.MoreLess
Her heart beat smartly in her chest. She could almost taste its energy at the back of her throat. Somewhere behind one of those heavy-draped windows sat her sister Emilie, perhaps reading a book, perhaps pacing the elegant floorboards of her allotted room. Perhaps sitting with her duke, the one with the strange mask and t...he white hair. Perhaps peering out the window and wondering who stood outside.
Despite the cold February air, the unfashionable time of year, the house was bustling. A stream of people eddied around the entrance steps, laden with flowers and parcels and musical instruments. Several vehicles lay alongside the curb, horses’ necks all lowered at the same resigned angle. Just outside the massive front entrance, a man in livery directed the flow of traffic, stopping each man, delivering instructions.MoreLess
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