Her Dress Was Wrong, Her Manners Were Strange — But the Duke Could Not Stop Watching Her

Her Dress Was Wrong, Her Manners Were Strange — But the Duke Could Not Stop Watching Her A country girl brought into a high society gathering by a well-meaning aunt stands out in every wrong way. She uses the wrong fork, sits slightly crooked, and laughs too freely. The most composed man in the room finds he cannot look at anyone else. “Every rule said she did not belong there. He had never been so happy a rule was broken.” Every room he enters belongs to him before he's said a word — old money, older pride, and a title no one dares question. Then a plain, unimpressed woman walks in who never got the memo. Regency Duke romance, daily, no subtlety. 🏰