Chapter 8
Naivety had gotten her into this situation. That was the only explanation Emilia could come up with. She had idealistically credited all Regency men as the epitome of a perfect gentleman, respectable members of society with refined manners – especially the aristocracy. So when Lord Randolph had suggested a breath of fresh air on the balcony, she had readily agreed, glad of the cool air on her flushed skin after the exertion of so much dancing. His invitation to wander through the well-lit rose garden had seemed innocent enough, until he’d pulled her into the darkness of the maze and finally her survival instincts had kicked in. This was one gentleman who brought dishonour to the name. Seb would be livid if he found out, so she had to get back to the ballroom before he noti
