SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

the rows of carrots. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her forearms were brown from the sun in a way a lady’s forearms were not supposed to be. Dirt stained her cheek where she had pushed her hair back with a soil-covered hand, and she was singing a tune under her breath.

He stopped at the gate and watched her for a moment, then saw the old gardener, continue reading …