Grace’s POV
I raised my hand above my head and walked out of the class, I could feel Rohan’s eyes at my retreating figure as I made for the door, my emotions were running wild and I was emotionally drained and physically tired after everything Aunt Harriet told me yesterday. My feelings were just numb because try as I wanted it to be, I still was human and though Aunt Harriet told me she would try to speak with mum and all of that sometimes our sense of loyalty gets the better of us. Yes, I had considered the option, once or twice and though I do not know the Duke closely, our eyes have met across the dance hall severally and sometimes, he tips his hat towards me. Last night, thoughts of being his wife and producing an heir for him filled my thoughts and I wondered if I wasn’t getting too
