![]() ![]() It was not the first ball she’d attended since she was ruined, but it was the first at which she was noticed – the first at which she was not masked, either with fabric or paint. The day that Georgiana, utterly ruined, unwed mother, walking scandal, and sister to the Duke of Leighton, had decided to take matters in hand and return to Society.Īnd so she stood here, in the corner of the Worthington ballroom, on the cusp of her reentry into Society, keenly aware of the eyes of all London upon her. Two months to the day earlier – January the fifteenth. Of course, the cartoon was the result of another date entirely. But it had run in London’s most famous gossip rag on March the fifteenth. Had it been placed in The Scandal Sheet a year earlier, or five years earlier, or a half dozen years later, she might not have cared. When she looked back on the events of her twenty-seventh year of life, Georgiana Pearson would point to the cartoon as the thing that started it all. Something that Lady Georgiana Pearson – daughter to a duke, sister to one – had never felt before.Īfter an interminable moment, he spoke. ![]() He’d said so, maybe not with words, but with touch.ĭoubt curled through her, an unfamiliar emotion. Until this afternoon, when he’d tempted her finally, finally up to the hayloft, kissed away her hesitation, and made his lovely promises, and taken all she’d had to offer.Īfter all, she loved him. Finally, he smiled his bold, brazen smile, the one that had called to her from the beginning. ![]()
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