Your reputation teetered on the brink of disaster. A harmless walk in the gardens at the Duke of Kennedy’s ball had turned into calamity when she stumbled upon Lord Leon Kennedy—alone, under the moonlight. The whispers had already started.

The sound of voices nearing the garden path froze you both.

Without hesitation, Leon dropped to one knee, his voice carrying just enough for the approaching party to hear.

“My dearest, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”