If Maxwell has to pick one such situation where his patience has been tested beyond words, it has to be tonight. Or maybe this entire time he has been in London. Or maybe ever since his devil of a step-father died. He was losing control of how many times he was almost on the brink of losing it. First the news about being crowned the duke, then coming to London and running into this woman who was driving him insane, dealing with all these people and their million questions, his over-enthusiastic aunt and, apparently, all of this was not enough misery for him. Now he had his brother to deal with.
And yet he was silently putting up with all that and was even a bit excited at the prospect of waltzing with Emelisse. He still had no idea what came over him, but by the time he realized that, it
