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Lady Daisy Longrove wished she only had the one. 

She blew back the errant curl that had managed to work itself from her coif as she stared into her aunt’s mutinous face. “You’re wrong about the baron’s intentions,” she said. 

“You silly, foolish, naïve girl.” Her aunt spluttered as they stood in her drawing room, several candles lighting the room from the inky night beyond. Just a few hours ago,
that darkness had been a shroud of romantic intimacy. 

Aunt Mildred had a temper. That was for certain. And her aunt was rather prone to dramatics. Any
minute now, she’d likely fall on the settee in a dead faint.

But all the same, she’d been a second mother to Daisy since her own had passed away and so Daisy
brushed off her harsh words like one might brush away cobwebs. “Try to understand, Aunt Mildred. We’re in love.”

“Love?” Aunt Mildred scoffed. “Love? You call what half of London just witnessed in the garden love?
You should have heard Lady Sheppard’s description. Disgraceful.”

Daisy winced, inwardly acknowledging that her aunt had a point. Being caught with the front of her dress down as the Baron of Edgemere kissed every inch of her exposed skin might not have been the best method to share their relationship with the rest of society.

But what they had was a
relationship.

And they were in love.

And they were going to get married.

He’d already asked, and she’d accepted.

The fact that he’d yet to speak to her brother, the Marquess of Hartwell, mattered little to Daisy.
She knew it defied convention, but theirs had been a whirlwind courtship and they’d hardly had time. 

She ignored the little voice in her head, likely put there by her aunt, that said Edgemere exposed
their relationship in this way because he’d been afraid her brother would say no. With her near ruined, how could her brother refuse?

But Edgemere wouldn’t do that. He loved her. He’d told her so over and over. “But Aunt Mildred, we’re
all but engaged. I swear it. He just needs to ask Hart and—”

“Hart,” her aunt whispered. “I need to speak with him immediately.” And with a flourish of skirts, her aunt spun and started toward her writing desk.

Daisy instantly realized her mistake and went after her aunt, picking up her own skirts to keep
up. Hart should hear all of this from her and Lord Edgemere. Not from her aunt.

Because once her aunt started in with words like ruined and scandalous and rake…Hart was liable to lose his temper and who knew what would happen then?