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“Yes,” she replied. “It would be difficult not to.”

“And here I had hoped my presence might serve as incentive.”

She smiled. “Save your charm for when we are observed. I am already acquainted with it.”

There was truth in that. More than she cared to examine.

He bowed and stepped away.

As the carriage door closed and she was carried home, Eliza leaned back against the seat.

And for the first time since stepping into the park—

She allowed herself to wonder.

With so much performance—

So much careful construction—

Would she ever again be able to tell…

What was real?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Edwin had not been home more than a quarter hour when his butler announced that a visitor had called and was requesting an audience.

The man’s expression was hesitant—caught somewhere between duty and reluctance—as though he were uncertain whether to admit the caller or turn him away.

Curious, Edwin rose from his desk. “And who is it?” he asked.

“Lord Humford, sir.”

Edwin stilled.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Unexpected—

And yet, not entirely.

He drew in a slow breath. He was not prepared—not fully—but there was little use in wishing for more time. If anything, it was better to address the matter directly, before speculation had the chance to grow teeth.

“Show him in,” Edwin said.

He remained standing beside his desk as he waited. He would receive the man properly. No advantage, no informality—only respect.

Lord Humford entered with the bearing of a man accustomed to command. There was no attempt at courtesy beyond what was strictly required.

Edwin bowed. “Lord Humford.”

“Lord Devon.”

No warmth.

Humford did not immediately sit. His gaze moved once about the room, then returned to Edwin—cool, assessing.

“At present,” he said at last, “your attention appears to have shifted rather abruptly from my daughter.”