Society might not judge women as harshly as it once did, but powerful families cared deeply about appearances. If she were seen soaked like this, she would become easy gossip over afternoon tea.
Lorenzo’s shirt and trousers were splashed wet as well, yet he remained perfectly composed.
A faintly meaningful smile played at his lips.
"You want to marry into the Caldwell family that badly?"
Anna did not deny it.
"Any woman in New York would."
"So you agreed to Lucas only because of his status?"
She met his probing gaze. As a woman, she sensed keenly that Lorenzo was interested in her.
She had a beautiful face and a figure other women envied.
Men were visual creatures. Even someone as experienced as Lucas had been captivated by her. She did not believe this man felt nothing.
Her hand
