L
orelei’s wedding day was all she’d dreamed.
Well.
Almost.
Upon their return to London, Brandon had morphed back into the sullen boy he been when they’d stayed in Aunt Isobel’s house. The discord that simmered between her new husband and her brother, even as they tried to hide their animosity from her, was disconcerting, but Brandon would accept her marriage in time. She hoped.
Sadly, Aunt Isobel did not live a week past the day of her wedding, expiring quietly in her sleep. Tibbs admitted the duchess knew her death. He had not, however, been able to explain a plausible reason of her aunt’s dislike of Brandon.
Ginny remained her truest friend, but she hid deep secrets she wasn’t able or willing to share. Lorelei could only be there for Ginny when her friend decided to talk.
Despite the sorrow, Lorelei adored her husband, more than she could say, and as he had yet to declare his own feelings on the matter, Lorelei wisely kept her words of love silent, using her body to convey the depths of her feelings.
“Lorelei?”
Love spread through her. She was a lost cause. “Yes, my lord?”
“A toast?”
She accepted the flute and touched her glass to his. “To our future.”
“To our future,” he whispered. “The world is ours.”
Going forward, she would enchant her earl.
Because, deep down, love conquered all.
“The world is ours,” she said.
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