Chapter One
London, 1817
William Summersby stared into the darkness that
surrounded the terrace of Trenton House. He’d stepped outside with his father
in order to escape the squeeze inside the ballroom. Taking a sip from the glass
of Champagne in his hand, he shot a quick glance in his father’s direction.
“I’ve made up my mind, Papa.”
Bryce said nothing in response to this, but merely
waited for his son to continue, the cigar he held in his hand seemingly
forgotten for the moment.
“I’ve decided to marry.”
