Sublime

As young ladies went, Miss Abigail Pelham was everything that made Izzy despair. From the moment the vicar’s daughter had walked—nay, floated—into the great hall, Izzy had known they were creatures of different breeds.

Sloane: Are you here? Jasper: Where else would I be? Sloane: I thought you might be mad at me. Please don’t hate me. Jasper: I could never hate you, Sunny.

Lord Archer looked around at the castle, then at her. His brow arched in amusement. And then he did the most unforgivable of things. He gave her a patronizing pat on the head. “That’s little Izzy Goodnight. You do love an adventure.”

The name Isolde Ophelia Goodnight did rather spell a life of tragedy.

“Escort Mr. Ravenel up to my private apartments, where it seems I’ll be giving counsel to yet another of my daughter’s tormented suitors. This must be a penance for my misspent youth.”