woman who had been trained in the ways of a lady but had laid aside her pride to do what she considered to be right.
She had chosen to be true to her heart in the end, and he loved her for it. He made a note to accept her words at face value, never again to doubt that she had chosen rightly for herself when she chose him. If she loved him and saw him as worthy, it was the least he could do to see himself in the same way.
When the carriage stopped in front of the house he climbed out and helped Margaret out after him, reaching to lift Poppy up onto his shoulders. She clung to his hair, giggling, as they looked up at the great door of the manor.
He held out his arm to Margaret. “Shall we, my dear? Our home awaits.”
She took his hand, and they walked into their forever home, side-by-side.
THE END
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Dancing with a Gracious Lord
Introduction
After a childhood illness left her with a scarred face, Juliana Rothmond is determined that no man will ever look at her except for her generous dowry. When her father announces that she is soon to marry Ira Galbrathe, an opportunistic and arrogant man, Juliana desperately tries to escape from her future misery. Will she find a way to break an unwanted betrothal? Could she meet a man who will overlook her broken visage and love her for the beauty of her heart?
Before the Earl of Dunville died, his last wish was that his only son should find a suitable wife and shoulder his responsibilities. Following his father’s desire, Lord Horatio Vincent decides to stop being a womanizer and find a bride without any delay. After his first dance with Juliana, he is immediately won over by the beauty under her scars, defying all the resentful comments on her appearance. Not long after, he comes up with a plan to rescue her from an insufferable man and meet his father’s expectations; to marry Juliana the earliest possible. But, could this deal ever turn out to be a fairytale? Will Horatio manage to love Juliana, or will he be trapped in an emotionless marriage that himself proposed?
By the time their feelings are starting to bloom, their life is about to fall apart. When Ira joins forces with Horatio’s past love to break off their marriage and destroy their lives, Juliana and Horatio must prove that nothing can deprive them of their happiness. Will a true romance flourish in such an unfortunate situation, or the barriers they come across are too many to overcome?
Chapter 1
It was a cold, crisp day at the at the start of the London season, and Juliana Rothmond looked out on a world sparkling with frost and austere elegance from her bedroom. She stood in the arch of her window, frozen like the land outdoors, and watched as people moved to and fro in the streets below. Bloomsbury Street was a fine place to find oneself in London, and she’d loved her family’s grand house ever since she was a little girl.
The Rothmonds weren’t titled, but they were well-known and wealthy, living in the fashionable side of town across from one of the many parks in the city. Even in the off-season the city was a bustling place, but at this time of year it was tumbling with life and promise.
All the young lords and ladies who spent their autumn and winter in the countryside hunting and languishing in their sophistication returned in sparkling grandeur to claim their beaus and make a name for themselves during the parliamentary session.
Juliana found that all the excitement no longer filled her with the same promise. As she looked down on a few passing groups of people in the street outside, she felt her hand drift almost of its own accord to her face and rest there on the scar that ran a jagged course across her right cheek.