Benedict was nothing like his older brother Anthony, thank god for that, who would want to brood all the time? Not him.

Benedict was an artist, he loved painting, drawing, anything he can do to show off his talent and creativity, the only problem is, not that many people admire it.. his brother and father are always on his arse about finding a woman and settling down.. but he doesn’t want to. Maybe he just hasn’t found the right one.

Benedict was in his gallery of his work, he smiles at his own work, he glances over at noticed a woman standing by his paintings and admiring them.. he’s never seen this before, and he’s never seen this woman before in the ton… but he just had to know here now.