Page 31 of Never a Proper Lady

A buzz of excitement began near them and quickly spread to the entire room as people speculated about what the duke meant.

Adelle Breadalbane inched closer and closer until her sister, Amelia, stopped her with a stern glance and something hastily whispered in her ear, which caused Adelle to glower and thrust out her lower lip as if she were a petulant six-year-old.

“I am so glad you could make it for our wedding,” Charlotte said, bathing Wilfred with a look of adoration.

Wilfred kissed her forehead in such a tender gesture Constantine wanted to tug at his neckcloth. Public shows of affection were not de rigueur.

“Ahem.” One elegant eyebrow arched, Mother gave Constantine a pointed look.

Ah, yes. The crucial moment had arrived.

Gazing deep into Faith’s eyes—those big, chocolatey brown eyes fringed with sooty lashes, so warm and mesmerizing a man could drown in them— he raised her hand to his mouth.

Her peach-tinted lips parted in a perfect display of maidenly surprise and anticipation.

She was quite an accomplished actress.

He’d never have guessed she possessed such talent.

Holding her hand an inch from his lips, he murmured, “Soon, we’ll be planning our wedding, my love.”