Grace’s POV
“He’s downstairs,” Aunt Harriet said with excitement.
I looked at the black sky-blue Bardot dress Aunt Harriet had insisted I wear. I straightened the creases one last time.
“And he’s so handsome. I swear, I was…” she trailed off.
“Why did you stop?” I questioned.
“I shouldn’t ruin your surprise. You should go see him yourself and I bet you’ll be pleased with what you will see,”.
“Or you could just tell me and save me all this emotional stress.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s waiting for you, Grace. You can’t keep a Duke waiting,”.
I nodded my head and started down the stairs, clutching at the sides of my gown. So I don’t have to step on it and fall on my face. I couldn’t afford such embarrassment.
I reached the last step and saw a tall figure by the window with his hand
