Twelve years ago, a stranger's kiss helped Miss Dunaway reach her heart's desire by allowing her to escape the path to marriage. Now the gentleman has reappeared and his presence reminds her of pleasures she left behind.
Lord Fellington doesn't seem to recognize her, and it's absurd to suppose he'd recall the kisses they shared all those years earlier. After all, he has seen plenty of life, including tragedy.
He apparently only regards her as the celebrated matron of the foundlings' home where he plans to atone for his role in his brother's death.
But Miss Dunaway has grown restless. After years as a saint, she longs to be a woman as well. Perhaps Lord Fellington might be willing to help her reclaim some joyful decadence.
Warning: contains some sexual content (but, hey, only a few pages.)