Where do I begin? This work of fiction seems truly like a magnificent surreal yet touching and seemingly down-to-earth and realistic piece of love tale. It stars Stephen David Elliot Westmoreland, the younger yet equally eligible brother of Clayton from Whitney, My Love, and a young American governess, who, by accident, assumed the character of her student and got involved in a very complicated mistaken identity and bewilderment of both their lives! And so, the story begins.          

In a room shared by two zealous lovers, steaming with ignited passion that has just been recently consummated, Helene Devernay, Stephens enduring mistress, jealously interrogated Stephen about the coming theatre show and Season the next week.  She has been meaning to ask if the rumor was true about him offering for the hand of Monica Fitzwaring in marriage after three long years of waiting. Stephen had naturally denied the betrothal issue and even Helenes casual temptations on him as she tips his balance towards her bed. Stephen was no longer in the mood for any sexual provocations. He went out to drive in the foggy cobbled streets with eerie lights mounted on the new fidgeting horses, that he didnt notice a drunken silhouette coming out from a pub whose doors had just opened, sending a flash of light unto the street.  It was instant mayhem as the animals drove past the curb and into the man. In a wink of an eye, Stephen rendered the mans servant homeless and jobless, the mans soon-to-be-bride loveless and the man dead.

Stephen immediately searched for answers on Lord Burletons life and bereaved family only to find out he only had a butler serving him under penny-pinching compensations and a fiancée due to arrive in a day from America. Poor Burleton! He has ran the man down and killed him, now his poor fiancée is about to arrive in the ports of England from the Americas, not knowing the untimely demise of her affianced lover. Stephen learned from the butler, Albert Hodgkin that the girl was due to arrive aboard The Morning Star the following day and the fact that the couple may have shared affectionate feelings for each other and that he had rendered her a widow even before she was to become a bride was a suffocating wave that washed upon him. He was ever determined to make up for the irreparable damages he has instigated upon the bereaved parties, most especially, Charise Lancaster, the fiancée of Lord Burleton.

Meanwhile, Sheridan Bromleigh was aboard The Morning Star pondering what to do and how to explain to Charise Lancasters fiancé when the latter eloped with a commoner on one of their stops in a port on the way to the Colonies. This has got to be the most crucial and derogatory incident to her stewardship as Charise had hastily decided to leave the notion of her betrothal to a man of title from England and follow what somehow was either the dictates of a young heart in love. Such a predicament had not been on their plans. Reminiscing what life had been like for her, Sherry had not been devoid of constant longing for the man she would hope to call the companion in her lifetime. She remembers envisioning a certain Lord professing his feelings for her on bended knees with such sweetness in his words that would sweep her away and take her to eternal bliss.

As a young girl growing up in America, three men of entirely different personalities and cultural background had nurtured her. She had been orphaned of a mother at a tender age but this has not softened her, in fact, she acquired the qualities of her father- strong-willed, determined and good-natured.  Her father and she had been cast away from her mothers clan by nature of her fathers notorious gambling that led them nowhere but halfway across the continent searching for an opportunity to amass a fortune to build themselves a house someday.  These travels had led them to the lives of an American Indian named Dog Lies Sleeping and a Mexican haciendero named Rafe, who was also outcast from his rich family due to his own misdoings. She learned the dexterity of a gambler from Rafe, with his ability to triumph over hid opponents whether by cheating or by fair game. She also became an agile rider mounting a horse like an Indian would do through Dog Lies Sleeping. The fact alone that she rides like a man aside their wagon as they journey to another county made her grow up strong, hopeful and stunningly different from the girls among her age. Her aunt Cornelia had been so disappointed to see her grow so unlike her mother that the worried family member decided Sheridan should stay with her for proper grooming and education into womanhood.  Thus began her gambit on becoming the proper lady her aunt ought he has to be. At the age of twenty and after not hearing from her father and the other two men in her lives who have touched her life in intertwined fashion, Sherry began to face the inevitable- her father was no longer coming back for her and it might the last shed seen of him for the rest of their lives. She fought back the urge to flee and decisively found herself some occupation in an exclusive girls school for the affluent families in their town. She had to make a living and she had to it in the noblest and modest way possible, until she was tasked to chaperon Charise off to England and then the tides of her life had taken the different direction.

Sheridan had disembarked the ship uncertain how she would face the Lord and astound him with such news, yet she is obliged to confess the breaking truth of Charise fleeing away from their engagement. Fear had initially swept down on her as Meg, Charises maid, enlightened her that this situation could put them to the pits of a dungeon in extreme cases. When she saw not from a distance a man in his lofty and regal bearing, thinking this was Lord Burleton himself, Charise came up closer and saw the figure that unfolded before her. A man with such posture as a Lord should have, he greeted her and without qualms immediately informed her of the early demise of her affianced Lord Burleton. This came to her as a relief as she gave some commiseration to the loss of the young lords life. Hurling her steps to turn back to the ship where Meg awaits her, she adversely had been caught in the way of a cargo that had flung across the air and into her frail body in such a swift act and at less time than Stephen would need to warn her, that Sheridan was plunged face down unto the ground due to the strike on her head. She was lying unconscious as Stephen immediately took her to his estate, with Dr. Whitticomb steadfastly watching over his patient day by day.

One morning, Sherry had awaken and spoken a few words in the presence of Dr. Whitticomb and Stephen himself. As she was told, Sherry had been hit by the head, leaving her memory temporarily obliterated by the physical injury, and thus only the doctors words are what she can sling on to as the truth about her identity. Confused whether this tall, worried-looking man was the fiancé she had been told about, Sherry asked him to stay as she fell into deep slumber.   

When she awoke, Stephen had fallen asleep sitting down with his head on his folded arms right beside her. Horror began to infuse her mind when she realized she does not remember how she looks like! The sound of her sobbing woke Stephen up and simply amazed him knowing this girl is crying over her lost memory even of her face, not for the love of material things most women he knew would want from him. He carefully described her as she had requested and this lightened her mood a bit.

The following days have been filled with longing to see her as Stephen would join her for supper. As Dr. Whitticomb had put forward, the pretense of being her legitimate fiancé would ease her condition as it might help to bring back her memory at the shorter time. Once, Sherry had brought about the subject of love between the affianced beaus in their conversations that this merely invoked disdain to Stephen thus he opted not to see her for three days.  This worried Dr. Whitticomb as he saw Sherrys conditions from being concerned about his absence to a troubling worry of having angered her fiancé for bringing up such topic. It again dawned on Stephen his ill-fated responsibility of caring for her, that he decisively and most demandingly dined with her that night, much to Sherrys contempt. Her mere features astounded him as she wittingly followed the servants acknowledgement of the Earl as he rings the bell to summon them. She was breath-takingly delicious to his sight garbed in an inviting lavender gown owned by his mistress and he irritably tried resisting her bold character and the growing desirability that silently is pulling him towards her since that night. Dinner had never been much awaited since then.

He had come home one time after a consummated night with his mistress only to find out that the girl hes been looking forward to seeing is with the fifty servants of his manor singing yuletide songs at this time of the year.  And she had a lovely voice to top it all.  The sight had inwardly pleased him and yet at the sound of his voice, all but two of the servants scurried down to get back to their posts afraid of the admonishment they might receive.  She had offered her a cup of chocolate she had remembered making and as he was delightedly engrossed in their conversation, Stephens mother, the Dowager Duchess Alicia Westmoreland, along with three other companions had called upon him. The threesome was astonished to see and unchaperoned lady in his house and Sherry had the inkling notion they had no idea who she was!  Not until Stephen had mentioned that Sherry had intended to keep the betrothal a secret to his family until they had met and known her in due time, that Sherry had been placated to alight the room and rest in her chambers. Stephen had carefully explained to his family, including Nicolas Duville, about the inopportune situation and all had conspired to make it less stressing for Sherry when they came up to her room and made sure that she will have the grandest appearance to the ton this Season.

This and the banter with Stephen the following day had ultimately increased her growing fury in thoughts of her fiancé deliberately finding the means to rid of her from his hands. He had kissed her with intent vehemence as he suggestively wanted for her to make the right judgment of his kiss with that of other prospects for a husband. It infuriated Sherry to think that this man whom she could have shared feelings with before she lost her recollection is purposely fleeing from her and shoving her away. 

But Sherry had not been without help as Whitney and the Dowager Duchess came to her days before the ball to make haste in the preparation of her gowns and other intricate teachings that Sherry ought to learn by then. Nicki had often called upon her for a ride in the park and all the attention she was getting from them had surreptitiously intensified Stephens jealousy, unknown to him, of course. 

The night of the ball, Sherry was worried enough to have delayed her coming to Nicki who was seated with Stephen at drawing room waiting for her, when Whitney shown her magnificently gorgeous look at the mirror which left her in awe.  True enough, Stephen teasingly mentioned he might need guards around his house upon seeing her and was furtively wishing hed accompanied her to Almacks "Marriage Market" instead. He was content to know that he will be appearing for her before the gate closes at eleven.

The night was well spent with the men at the best gaming house in London after a talk with Clayton on his apparent situation with Sherry. Stephen had earlier received a letter from America addressed to Burleton about the unanticipated death of Charise Lancasters father. For this reason and for the underlying reason of wanting Sherry for himself, Stephen was determined to marry her and rid of all the speculations there might ever occur about her identity. And alas!  He was behind schedule in coming to her rescue at Almacks.

It was five past eleven when he arrived and only through a teasing and convincing elucidation was he permitted to pass. He got hurdled into a flock of scurrying matrons along with their respective daughters eyeing Stephen like a piece of meat in a pack of wolves. He was after all the inevitably most coveted bachelor in England of his time. The fact that the clock had ticked past eleven, lightened Sherry into a flaccidly crestfallen disposition despite the crowds changed mood into more like a hunting one. Not until she had gone to the retiring rooms and verified that indeed Stephen has arrived, was she sated with a whirlwind of emotions.  She heard from the ladies of his shrewdness in evading marriage by explicitly engaging in a clandestine affair with a long-term mistress, the most beautiful one as a matter of fact, and this relationship had by far not appalled the ton but he was more loved by them, more desirable at that.

Sherrys dances had all been taken until Stephen importunately coerced Nicki to pass up his chance for him. She had no choice and in the middle of the ballroom, the couple had become the object not only of attention but of scrutiny and envy among women in the throng. Their repartee had once again began as she boundlessly enumerated how scheming an opportunist this man is to the many women in his life and even to her when he pretends to be that knight in shining armor to marry her in spite her conditions, and still flee to be satiated in the arms of his amorous mistress after dinner with his family and her. He was flabbergasted by the fury she unleashed especially when she left him alone in the midst of people dancing and the onlookers in awe of the incident. She was not only considered a heroine now among her gender but also regarded high by the men who craved for her attention.  All these increasingly goaded Stephens jealousy that he had made it clear to his sole competitor, Nicki, that he was intent in marrying her.

As they left the Almacks for the Rutherford ball, Stephen insisted she ride with him on his coach. There, a tirade out of pure anger, deceit and repulsion from Sherry was what he obtained but this rather instigated an act out of untainted instinct from Stephen. He had deftly told her that his wife behaves acceptably in public and do not desecrate his good name. Resistance had always marked Sherry as she found this demand as repulsive as the way he ordered not to have her brazen hair cut. Stephen tried to fight the impulse to break the news to Sherry about their impending marriage yet the desire to taste her lips was undeniable. He yanked her off her seat and she found herself pressed between the coachs door and Stephen. His lips came crushing down on hers with meaning to punish her for her rebellious acts, but it never stopped until she yielded and he subdued her senses, eventually having her kissing him back with longing and eagerness to share the passion of that contact. It was a long ride through the park as they reciprocated each others wants with pleasure. They had finally come to an agreement on the day it was to be held and wedding plans were soon set.

Before long it became obvious at the Rutherfords ball that Stephen had won her heart. He had not left her side only to attend to other guess. When the Rutherfords have confirmed about the engagement and hushed murmurs of anticipation had surmounted the silence, Mr. Rutherford announced to the audience of the betrothed couple who will lead and formally open the dance. Stephen carefully led Sherry into the other end of the hall thinking of his ploy to get a good glimpse of the ball and slowly at the peak of the music, started dancing with her. All eyes riveted on the most coveted couple of the evening as they gracefully waltzed their way into the center of the crowd, giving everyone the pleasure of watching them enjoying this dance. Finally, the match of the year that caused the Dowager Duchess, Charity Thornton, Sherrys chaperon, and Dr. Whitticomb to congratulate themselves.

Preparations for the wedding took shorter time than could possibly have been.  News had spread of it and the real Charise Lancaster had learned of this conspicuous scheme that was done to her by her own chaperon, Sheridan Bromleigh.  She wasted no time in appearing before the door of Stephens house and sought to speak with him of all these deceit and premeditated charade which brought her disgrace. It was Sherry who talked to her and almost instantaneously; Sherrys memory had been replenished. She recalled the accident at the port and before that Charise escapade with a mister she just met. She remembered waking up with her fiancé holding her hands, the farce the Westmorelands and the entire household had gone into to appease her state. These had all been a lie. And so will the approaching wedding be in a few hours. 

They had both wanted it done in secrecy, inviting only the closest family to attend it at Stephens house. As Stephen appeared at the house, he saw his family waiting for him, a girl claiming herself as the real Charise Lancaster and a note from Sheridan, imploring his good judgment on the treachery that has transpired between all of them.  She had left him. Even if so, Stephen never permitted the vicar until wee hours of the night.

Meanwhile, Sherry had come up to the man whom she might be able to gain the truth from- Nicolas Duville. She narrated the incident and revealed her identity, sought the truth about Stephens reason for marrying her, a commoner.  He had recalled of a note from America bearing the news that Charise father had died and so concluding that since she had no family to turn to Stephen willingly took the chance to give justice to her real fiancés death by taking her as his wife. This further aggravated fury in Sherry that she intends to leave for America as soon as her aunt hears of the news in good eight weeks. For the meantime she would work as a governess in a humble family off the outskirts of England province.

News of Sherry had died in weeks of absence and Stephen satiated himself with a different mistress everyday. Whitney, on the other had, had witnessed how Sherry, in her silence and covert attention to Stephen at the theater every Thursday. Sherry had been meaning to only glance at her beloved with a girl clinging to his arms, obviously delighted in the mistress charms. It was the look of love and longing to be forgiven in Sherrys eyes that prompted Whitney to call to action.

Not long enough, Whitney arranged a party for her son, Noels, birthday party at their mansion in Claymore inviting only the three families that can certainly keep a secret including the family Sherry was working for. This sudden invitation ignited rage in Sherry believing that they had intentionally wanted to bring her to them and scrutinize and shame her once more to their content. Upon knowing of the familys whereabouts in the manor, Sherry gushed into the drawing room where all the ladies were seated discussing something. She blurted out all the bravery in her for the betrayal they had done to her and their devious plans of humiliating her again. Done with the outbursts of her pent up emotions and valiantly standing up in front of unknown guests after the gallant display of rage, courage and tender triumph, Whitney explicated that they believed she was innocent of such deception and sham Stephen had concluded about her. Relieved to have a roomful of hopeful ladies positively wanting to see her succeed in this game of attraction and reconciliation, Sherry retired to her room to retire for a few hours before the party will commence later in the afternoon, her mind content with the happy thoughts of seeing Stephen after some time and being surrounded by his presence.

Stephen arrived with two beautiful ladies who both enthusiastically sought after his attention much to the dismay of his family. The afternoon party had begun and Sherry spent her time with the lovely daughter of the Kuffingsons, who seemed to have shared her sentiments.  Playing with Noel was their most conceivable way of getting Stephens attention.  So as Stephen neared the child and spoke with him, the boy opted to return to Sherry for a kiss goodbye. As Noel ran up to her, she bent to kiss him as she stared directly at Stephen with such loving eyes.  This vision of the girl he had hoped to become his wife and who might already be too consumed with all physical gratifications Duville and all her other men could have provided her, and the knowledge that his dear sister-in-law had conspired the whole activity infuriated him that he dashed towards the house followed by her Whitney. Their confrontation had been brief and piercing, leaving Whitney to continue the party as Stephen retired to his room for reclusion and intoxication.

Almost giving up the will to fight and convince the unfathomable persona she faced that afternoon, Sherry ascended the stairs to her chambers hoping for another day of opportune moment to be alone with Stephen, to pour out in all sobriety how remorseful she was of her actions that made her forlorn heart ache with each sight of him in another womans arms.  The thoughts had made her miserable but she entertained them nonetheless.  She had entered the quiet desolation of her room when she saw a silhouette in the darkness. As she extinguished the lights, the manly voice had commanded her to keep them on. Turning about and realizing it was Stephen in the shadows, her heart skipped a beat, more so as she saw him coming near her heading towards the door. She stopped him by embracing him tightly, begging him to give her a chance. Stephen took the plea as an act of repentance from this reckless wanton chit whom he would take his revenge upon. He heard her say to him that she knows what she was doing. He repugnantly took her mouth and engrossed himself in an amorous lingering kiss aimed at punishing her, and she had bravely accepted each longing as if it was hers.  He captured her mouth with eagerness and steaming ardor and she retaliated with more than the love and fervor she could give him. He had laid her in bed with her naked body before him to behold.  She was intoxicatingly beautiful with her brazen hair, gray molten eyes of passion staring at him, desiring every inch of him, yearning for his forgiveness and openly giving herself up for his pleasure.  He found the creamy mounds of flesh atop her chest and the throbbing nipples upon each teasing of his thumb followed by his fervent mouth capturing each in slow sucking movements gradually increasing the sensations, almost heightening them.  Then, as his hands found the tender heap of hair concealing the warm, welcoming crevice between her legs, panic first rushed to Sherry followed by an aching desire to be totally explored by him that she opened up to his seeking fingers, feeling her wet walls of heaping liquid waiting to gush through at her peak. He intensified the motion, gently and then hungrily drugging her senses with experienced fingers delving into her womanhood and almost instantly completing her. He shifted his body on top of her as he parted her legs and tucked her hips to welcome his rigid manhood engorged with so much heat he could no longer contain. For a moment, Sherry hesitated and then yielded, with her hands covering her face as he was doing this.  With continuous hypnotizing kisses and the constant movement of his hips rocking her aching body through and through, her reluctance melted as his rigid shaft entered her and they both shuddered in that contact igniting a whirlwind of sensations through to her. She felt him inside of her, thrusting in and out in rhythmically enticing beats sending her pulses to soar in the same cadence of his movement.  She was making love to him in that bed and it dawned on him how this adorable brazen thing had given her cherished pride up easily to him and he moaned at the thought of this. He had taken her innocence from her and she had willingly assented to him. It was the sweetest surrender she could give him and as she succumb into this warm prodding, completely losing her mind for the sake of her love for him, she joined him in that endless rocking, succumbing to her senses as she reached the pinnacle of their delirious lovemaking and let out a sheer cry of sweet pain, release and triumph, while he had spilled out into her his seed of love and gentleness he unwillingly would not admit to her. He was thoroughly sated, as she lied to sleep; exhausted by that momentous eternity they shared.

Sherry awoke to daylight with Stephen seated by her bed the following morning, feeling dazed by last night. Clothed in his garments, he spoke to her bluntly of their shared passion and straightforwardly offered her all he could give provided she would not mention of love to him. He had proposed for her to be his mistress, a courtesan! Garbed in soft warm sheets she had pulled up to cover her naked body, Sherry cried sobs of deep frustration and defeat of the turnabouts. She had deliberately given him the best gift in the world she could offer him, he had taken it and in turn she is to become another woman in his strings of clandestine relationships. 

She could almost throw up at the sight of that hideous monster laughingly sated with his mistress at the garden as she looked on to them from her bedroom window.  She was completely crushed into pieces, but she refused to be subjugated, not by him, who by any chance had not shown his love for her. She was dying to flee from the house that just as soon as Lady Hillary saw her condition and understood it all and offered her an easy and early way out, she took the chance to leave. But before the grand escape, she asked to see Stephen one more time and painstakingly faced the fact that there is nothing left for her in his heart. Wanting to subdue her one more time in the privacy of the room, Stephen kissed her perpetually and she kissed him back in wild fury. It was meant for him to learn that she was disgusted of how he had treated her and so ashamed was she of herself that she refused to be taken in as a mistress in his house. That point she made and she swore never to see him again for she loathe him.

She and Hilary returned to the comforts of the Kuffingsons. She relinquished the possibilities of Stephen even loving her for a second. That ungrateful man had shattered her and she ought to forget him for the rest of her ill-begotten life. She remained in the Kuffingson household as heir governess, completely eradicating memories of Stephen from her heart and mind.

Meanwhile, in a room of gambling men, Charity Thorton intended for Stephen to hear her as she mentions of Duvilles assistance to Sherry in the times of her bereavement by telling her the truth of formers reason for marrying the lady. Stark truth could not hold up his long restrained compulsion to make a man out of Duville, Stephen rushed to find him in one of the gambling houses in London and literally engaged in a brawl with him over the imprudent and irresponsible lie the man has told Sherry. After a long wait and some discretely damaged pieces of furniture, both men had come to accord. A wedding is to be set and Duville is the best man.

It was a quiet day for Sherry, who had began another chapter of her life awaiting her aunts aid for her return to America, when Nicki arrived at their doorsteps, hastily dragging and hurrying Sherry to leave her present employer for a better lucrative offer from a far unknown business man in need of a governess for his child. She hated to leave the family that has come to adopt her as part of them despite Nickis two replacements for her. Endlessly counting the benefits awaiting her from her new mysterious employer and hopefully wanting to go home to America, she strolled out of the house garbed in a new gown Nicki had bought her easily implying that her new employer would not want to see a gloomy governess in his house.

They rode for hours and she was brought to a warm countryside where the views where breathtaking, and as Nicki explained, this land was part of her new superiors dominion. He obviously was well endowed but she ponders as to why such a wealthy man would go much pains of hiring her when there were other capable governesses in London he could hire. They slowed down the bend as they were nearing their destination, and came into view in a nearby edifice that appeared to be an old chapel. It was made clear that the man often goes to this place to meet people and is now contemplating in an area by a fenced garden looming tall, apparently her back to them. At a distance, the man looked familiar and her heartbeat hastened momentarily. Nicki advised her beforehand that should she come up to the man and she is not convinced by what he has to say and his offers, then she can willingly come back to Nicki and leave immediately.  He can find her other suitable employers who would take her in, with better offers. This perplexed her. But she heeded.

As she swung open the gates to the garden and approached the man, she felt her hea As she swung open the gates to the garden and approached the man, she felt her heart thump and pound against her chest. Much more as she saw the man turned about to meet her gaze and what materialized was the man she had abhorred, Stephen Westmoreland. She was about to turn and walk away when Stephen caught her arm and held her to him, gentle this time than the last. Her impulse to jerk out of his touch was overridden by the warmth of his eyes, imploring her forgiveness, seeking the gaiety that he had seen in her of days past, begging her mercilessly to listen to his words.  She was stunned in silence, listening to every word she heard came out from his mouth. He had professed he wanted to give her all the jewelries and houses he can provide her, to make her his wife, for her to carry his offspring for as many as she can give and much to his great pride. He lost all his pride in this battle not knowing if the winds were in favor of him that day, and yet, tender love had urged her to rejoin him and take all his pride as hers and rapture in knowing he had loved her and still does and that he had not know of it until her.

They wed in that small chapel before Sherry could change her mind and rode happily to the earls home in MONTMAIN where all the lights that been lit as if there was a party. It was the birthday party of Alicia, the Dowager Duchess. While the family inside had anticipated a defeat from Stephens battle, the couple had slid into the house unnoticed and changed in a matter of minutes as Duville had fiercely ordered.  Dressed in Whitneys wedding gown and Stephen in his elegantly black formal suit, they walked into the hall as their names were being announced- the Lord and Lady of Langford. All eyes riveted towards them as they looked like the happiest couple in a roomful of awed spectators. The battle has been won. They both won it.

Soon after all the guests had extended their greetings, the couple had retired to adjoining bedchambers where Sherry disrobed in hers and Stephen awaited in his. He had dismissed his valet and gone into her room where her maids bathed her. He kindly continued what the maids left off and rubbed her dry in her towel leaving her to robe herself as he waited on her bed. Garbed in an inviting robe that enticed his senses, he asked her to come near him and pleaded that she trust him as he makes love to him that night of their wedding. A trace of reluctance marked her face but as she was consumed in his fiery and loving kisses altogether, she could no longer help but join him again in that dizzying and enthralling ecstasy they shared in this divan of warm sheets and brazen headed goddess lying atop him. Her hair spilled all over his chest. He was in heaven and she flew with him there.

Time past by and soon news from America had arrived through his investigator of Sherrys familys whereabouts. Not long enough, the two men in her life and her aunt had come to personally see their cherished Sherry. Her father, Rafe and Aunt Cora were there in their house and were rejoined with her.  Stephen may have felt that slight envy towards Rafe at their first meeting but Sherry had explained to him and to the rest of her family on her situation. She is now lovingly married to the Earl of Langford. This handsome noble man had seen through her and had not known love nor compassion until there was her- until her.

 *P.S. Some of the words and names are erroneous as they need to be rechecked. Thanks.