No, he thought, his mind wandering back a few years, that wasn't entirely true. He'd once met someone ...
The lady in silver.
When he'd held her in his arms and twirled her around the balcony in her very first waltz, he'd felt something different inside,
a fluttering, tingling sensation. It should have scared the hell out of him.
But it hadn't. It had left him breathless, excited ... and determined to have her.
But then she'd disappeared. It was as if the world were actually flat, and she'd fallen right off the edge. He'd learned nothing in that irritating interview with Lady Penwood, and when he'd queried his friends and family, no one knew anything about a young woman wearing a silver dress.
She hadn't arrived with anyone and she hadn't left with anyone. For all intents and purpose
