My heart pounded against my ribs as the carriage rolled through the imposing iron gates of Thornewood Manor. The Duke's estate stretched before me, vast and intimidating, with manicured gardens flanking the winding gravel drive. Each rotation of the wheels brought me closer to a meeting that could change my life forever—or end in humiliating failure.
I gripped my reticule tighter, feeling the outline of the contract papers inside. What I was about to propose was beyond audacious. If Father discovered what I was doing, his rage would be merciless.
The carriage halted before a grand marble staircase leading to massive oak doors. Before I could gather my thoughts, a footman appeared, opening the door with a respectful bow.
"Miss Beaumont," he said, offering his hand to help me descend.
