She Hugged a Crying Man in an Alley — He Was the Duke Left at the Altar

Every dish on that table had been paid for by the woman carrying it. Margaret Ashford had kept the books for a wine merchant in Bishopsgate for six years, and eleven pounds a month of it had gone home — into her father's debts, her sister's dancing lessons, and finally into the gown her sister was married in. Nobody in that family had ever asked where it came from. That was the arrangement. They dressed her in good pink silk on the morning of the wedding and handed her a tray, so the groom's family would see a poor relation making herself useful and not a daughter in trade. Then a duke who had been sitting in silence for two hours put down his glass, pulled out his own chair, and asked her a question in front of sixty people. A full-length historical romance. Four chapters. Slow burn, no rescuing required. 🌍 Comment the country you're listening from — and what time it is where you are. 🔔 Subscribe for a new story every week. #historicalromance #historicaldrama #romancestory