Chapter 3
Blackwell preferred the black tuxedo look but now that he was Duke of Oakley, the blue velvet was required. His father had worn the jacket with ease, so despite his discomfort he picked it up and buttoned the fitted coat that was so tight it left no muscle unseen.
Stupid. His mother knocked on the bedroom door and then let herself in when he grunted. She floated over to him and immediately adjusted his tie. Her blue eyes seemed sad, like she too missed his dad, the rightful Duke. However instead of speaking of her deceased husband, she asked, “Who are you going to the wedding with? It was cruel of you not to tell me.”
He lowered his head. For a reason he couldn’t explain, Donna made him feel normal. His mother would never understand. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “An Ame
