An aristocrat and a gardener walk into a bar, and the barman says—never mind. They walked into a shed, and they’re kissing. Oops.
My father trying to set me up with every eligible bachelor in England? Check.
A crazy aunt with even crazier goats who keep eating the flowerbeds? Check.
Me secretly moonlighting as the internet’s newest agony aunt and fixing relationships one love language at a time? Check.
One grumpy, bearded gardener that I keep accidentally kissing?
Please note that Love Language is set in England and is written in British English.