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A Dowager Duchess never wishing to marry again; a Marquess that must marry another in less than a month. Both plans are doomed when these two collide. Because love is about to change everything. The question is, can it also conquer it all, and how? The clock is already ticking their chances away…
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MARQUESS OF SEDUCTION
CHAPTERONE
London
April 1813
Imogen let out a quiet sigh when she realized her lady's maid, Warner, had turned away. She looked at herself in the mirror, wishing she could put off the task at hand for a little longer. She had exhausted all of her excusesfor not reentering society. There was no doubt in her mind that her parents would not believe anything she said now.
“This looks very beautiful on you, Your Grace,” Warner said as she came to stand behind her; holding a pair of pearl drop earrings against her ears.
They did look lovely on her, and they added to the elegance of her lavender gown. Imogen had found much relief in discarding her black mourning attire. The dreary colors had only reminded her of his control. Even after her husband’s death, she had been obliged to respect him by wearing colors she disliked. He had done nothing to deserve it.
“Your Grace?” came Warner’s voice. Imogene blinked and raised her eyes. “Are you well?” she asked; her voice dressed in concern.
“Yes, I am.” Imogen adjusted her satin gloves to conceal her nervousness, despite knowing it was a futile endeavor. Warner knew her too well.
“I suppose you are not ready to be in society again.”
She was not. All she wanted was to live out the rest of her life in peace. Alas, she was only four and twentyandneeded to rejoin polite society if she was to find any peace in her life. Harris had been dead for a year and one week, having died of influenza, and this – according to her parents – was the best time to begin the search for new prospects.
“I cannot hide for eternity, Warner,” she said with a weary sigh. “I must do it now, for the longer I leave it, the more difficult it will become. You know my parents won’t allow it.”
The woman gently smiled as she attached the pearls to Imogen’s ears. “I am sure the ton is curious about you.”
Imogen snickered at that. “What could they be curious about? Mygrief?”
“Exactly that, Your Grace,” Warner replied.
“Well, I shan’t keep them waiting beyond tonight.” Even as she spoke, she dreaded the pity she would undoubtedly see on their faces.
Warner nodded. “You deserve to live as you please after everything you went through. I truly want that for you.” She lay a gentle hand on her shoulder.