I fell deeply in love with Mr. Sinclair, but My uncle, Lord Henry, stood in our way.

Lady Evelyn Marwood, the only daughter of the late Earl of Highbury, stood on the balcony of her chambers, the cool breeze teasing the loose strands of her chestnut hair. Her eyes, a deep green that mirrored the lush fields below, were fixed on the distant horizon where the sun was just beginning to rise. The world was waking up, yet Evelyn felt a sense of unease that had plagued her since the arrival of a letter a week prior.