“His Grace, The Duke of Roxborough” The Trevelyan announced and Laurel's heart stopped and she whirled around towards the entrance, her gaze skimming over the guests gathered for the wedding feast and coming to rest on her husband as he stood impassively, looking devastatingly handsome in his formal attire, the suit accentuating his form, robbing every living breathing female within ten feet of the ability to breathe properly.
“Oh my lord!” Hester muttered beside her, vigorously wielding her fan across her heated face, “He is absolutely sinful Laurel, you lucky sod”
Yes, Laurel agreed silently, she was a sod indeed to have ruined her marriage to the only man she ever truly loved, and now he was here and she had no idea what to do. She nervously wiped her sweaty palms on the full skirts o
