![]() ![]() Mia had begged her father to attend the Villiers’s musicale on the chance that the object of her adoration, Evander Septimus Brody, future Duke of Pindar, would be present. ![]() They were revealing themselves in rapid succession. And he was beautiful too, with a face that resembled the stone angels that guarded babies’ graves. He was the most sensitive, intelligent boy in the world (or so Mia thought). She had entered the third circle over the last year or so, when against all reason, she had fallen desperately in love with the same duchess’ son, Vander. Her second circle had added a far worse indignity: her charming, widowed father was conducting a flagrant affaire with a married duchess that everyone in the fashionable world knew about. Mia’s first circle had required her to make her debut at fifteen, under the aegis of a hired chaperone, because her mother was dead. ![]() Mia’s governess had taught her all about Dante’s nine infernal circles. At fifteen, Emilia Gwendolyn Carrington already had a pretty good idea of what hell was like. ![]()
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