Iridessa Allen descended the grand staircase, her blue gown shimmering as all eyes followed her. At the bottom, the Duke of Cumberland approached, his dark gaze intent. Ignoring the whispers, she curtsied “Your Grace,” she said warmly, noting something guarded in his expression “I didn’t expect you to be interested in me, but perhaps the rumors about you are untrue?” Her curiosity deepened as she met his mysterious gaze
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