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Harriet buried her sorrow deep within her heart as she closed the valise Maisie had packed full of beautiful gowns. Gowns fit for a duchess. They didn’t belong to her, but Redmond had insisted they belonged only to the Duchess of Frostmore.
He cupped her face and leaned in to whisper, “In my heart, there will be no other. You are my duchess.”
She hadn’t been able to deny him anything. He stole more kisses, his eyes rimmed with red as he dragged his hands through his hair as if he longed to pull the strands out in frustration.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, not caring that the staff were watching her. They had all come to say their goodbyes.
“Thank you for giving me a place to belong. A home.” The words burned her throat, and she could barely speak. “Thank you for letting me
