This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

Eloiseis getting married as well.” “Eloise?” Michael asked with some surprise. “Was she even being courted by anyone?” “No,” Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother‟s letter. “It‟s someone she‟s never met.” “Well, I imagine she‟s met him now,” Michael said in a dry voice.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew.

So he decided to stay out of it and instead turned back to Lady Bridgerton, who was, as it happened, the closest person to him, anyway. “And how are you this afternoon?” he asked. Lady Bridgerton gave him a very small smile as she handed him his cup of tea. “Smart man,” she murmured. “It’s self-preservation, really,” he said noncommittally. “Don’t say that. They wouldn’t hurt you.” “No, but I’m sure to be injured in the cross fire.