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Perdita stared at the steps leading down to the coach that would carry her to the small church in Lothbrook. She couldn’t ignore the flutter in her belly. In a few hours she would be wife to the Devil of London.
“I cannot believe you are getting married!” Her best friend, Alexandra Worthing, stood next to her, a puzzled look on her beautiful face. “Nor can I believe who you are marrying.”
Once the rest of society heard the news, she knew she would be flooded with letters from all of her friends and acquaintances, desperate to hear how such a match came about. It would be exhausting to tell everyone.
For a brief moment, she considered reaching out to Lady Society, the infamous mystery woman who penned gossip columns in the Quizzing Glass Gazette. That might be a way to tell London th
