The Duke of Harden was handsome, clever and the most famous rake in London, with a large fortune inherited from his father, he seemed to have everything in the world except his mother's blessing. His mother, the youngest Duchess of Yorkshire, forced him to find a proper, rich and loyal husband for her youngest sister. His sister was the youngest of the Harden family; she had a fair face, quick wit, good humor, and enough social influence to find herself a proper husband. At least that was Duke Harden's idea of his sister. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he realized he was wrong.
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'Who is she?'
The lady who had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen which were matching with her emerald green gown, who was she? Was she an angel? How could it possible that no one ever mentioned Henry about a lady like her before? How could it possible that...
'Don't even think about it, Henry, my dear friend.'
He got annoyed, and asked: 'Think about what?'
'She has no heart if you ask me, or mercy. She smiles at you, she dances with you, she chatted with you as you are the most important man alive... She lets you a think that you're the most important man alive... She has everything a woman need to have; she is funny, beautiful, quick witted, but...'
'But what?'
'Believe me, Henry, she could have been married five times by now if she wanted to! She's never taken a man's hand, not even considered it, if you ask me. Some say she had a fiancé some years ago who died tragically in the war; others say she is a witch, or a bloody siren who enjoys breaking young men's hearts!'
'So she is the lady everyone is talking about...'
'Yes, she's THE lady, Lady Isabel Kingsley - or as she's known, Belle.'