06/10/2024
Lady Lorelei Whitworth was quite content being an independent lady. Of course, some had referred to her originally as a 'Wallflower', which then quickly digressed to the rather derogatory title of 'Spinster', but that was no matter to her, for she would not allow herself to be party to conversations that referred to her as such. After all, she had her own home and was quite financially sufficient, so there really was no need to adhere to all the ton's unwritten rules and expectations, especially that of acquiring a husband. However, that did not mean that one did not, on the most odd occasions, feel a certain sense of loss, or perhaps it would be more suitable to say that it was a certain sense that something or someone was missing. It was quite troubling indeed, she thought, for she could not quite understand how one was to miss what they had never had.
Lord Maximilian Lazenby had already had one wife. Their marriage had been more of a business transaction between families rather than a love affair. As cruel as it may sound to those with sensitive ears and hearts, he did not even grieve for the woman when she passed but merely concentrated on his two daughters' struggle to come to terms with their loss. In truth, Max had often wondered whether he was capable of such a delicate emotion as love for a wife. Perhaps it was not meant for him, he had mused. Of course, he was not devoid of sight, for he was quite capable of appreciating the beauty of a woman, but he had never felt that something that others had often spoken of.
It seems that Lady Lorelei Whitworth may very well have been a spinster and set for a life on her own, and Lord Maximilian Lazenby did indeed believe that he was incapable of love, but when one does not consider puddles and pelisses, how is one ever to understand that fate has rather different plans?
Historical Romance set in 1800s with a little spice.
