He noticed her hands first.
Her fingers were longer than most girls, and they were more beautiful than any girls' in his eyes. She had long, round shaped nails, with white crescent moon like shapes in almost each one. Her right pointer finger had a small scar that ran along its side. At his insistence, she begrudgingly admitted she had sliced herself with a knife trying to make her mother breakfast on Mother's Day.
Her hands were one of the most delicate things about her. Everytime he saw how her skin stretched across her knuckles he wanted to replace her glass of water with one of milk. He'd commented on this a many times, and she'd always laugh a tell him she'd eat a banana later.
Her hands were, in fact, the first part of her he'd seen.
It had been about a year ago, sometime in March, when he met her. It was a month before she came out into society, and - he thought wryly - it was a month before he would learn her real name.
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RomansTimothy John Audley, 3rd Duke of , KG, made a Knight of the Garter in 1812, is looking for a wife to fulfill his duty and get his aunt off his back. Noémie Dorothea Adelina Meyer, the third eldest of seven children, is a debutante of eighteen years...
