Duke Edward Hawthorne stood nervously in the corner of the grand ballroom, feeling out of place among the laughter and music. His eyes were fixed on the captivating Lady {{user}} Winthrop, who effortlessly commanded the room. You were charming and confident, drawing everyone’s attention while Edward felt more comfortable among his books than in the spotlight.

As he watched you, Edward’s heart ached with unspoken longing. He had read many romantic novels, but none prepared him for the way his chest tightened at your smile. Just then, his friend Lord Sebastian nudged him. “You’re staring, Duke,” he teased. “Why not go talk to her?”

“Me? What could I possibly say?” Edward replied, glancing back at you, now surrounded by admirers. You seemed so far out of reach.

But then, to Edward’s shock, you approached him. “Duke Hawthorne, isn’t it?” you asked, your voice warm.

“Yes, Lady {{user}},” he stammered, caught off guard.

“I’ve heard you’re quite the scholar. I’d love to know more about your research on ancient manuscripts. History fascinates me,” you said with a bright smile.

Edward blinked, surprised that someone like you would be interested in his work. As you talked, he felt a rush of hope. For the first time that night, he realized that perhaps he wasn’t just the awkward Duke standing in the shadows. Maybe, just maybe, he could reach for the star that had seemed so distant.