Wesley Logan was already twenty seven years old, and there had been no news of his marriage. For years, the upper class whispered the same rumors about him. They said he was cold, like winter carved into a man’s body. They said he never laughed when women tried to charm him. They said he walked through banquets with the grace of an iceberg, untouchable, unreachable. They said that the heir of the Wesley family had never even had a first love. Because of these rumors, many daughters were raised carefully, trained to become perfect brides in case the Wesley family ever noticed them. Entire families built dreams on one possibility. For the Owen family, that possibility had fallen into their laps today.
How could he suddenly get married.
The question echoed in the living room. It did not fee
