Sir Richard Kenworthy has less than per month to find a bride. He understands he can not be as well picky, but when he views Iris Smythe-Smith hiding behind her cello at her family’s infamous musicale, he thinks he might possess struck platinum. She’s the sort of girl you do not notice before second-or third-look, but there’s something about her, something simmering under the surface, and he knows she’s the one.

Iris Smythe-Smith is used to being underestimated. With her pale locks and quiet, sly wit she will blend in to the history, and she likes it that way. So when Richard Kenworthy needs an introduction, she actually is dubious. He flirts, he charms, he provides every impression of a man falling in like, but she can’t quite believe it’s all true. When his proposal of relationship becomes a compromising placement that forces the problem, she can’t help convinced that he’s hiding something . even as her heart tells her to say yes.