Lord Carlisle was the greatest of men, else she wouldn't have fallen in love with him, but what was she to do with her love? She was certain that if he knew, there was nothing he could do. She could not force the man to love her.
"Your Grace? His Grace is waiting."
Beth nodded. She allowed herself a deep breath and followed him. The corridor was as scary as it was revolting and the memory of Lord Morton's misbehaviour remained. After the ball, she would have the servants clean every single area. They reached the ballroom.
Lord Carlisle, who had been standing with his back to the door, turned as soon as she reentered the room. Their eyes met instantly.
Clad in a green jacket that shared the same colour as the forest, he was dashing. Her heart leapt for joy. She was in love with him. She was unrepentantly in love with her handsome and powerful husband.
