Have You Ever

  The ballroom shimmered with candlelight and whispered secrets. Silk gowns glided across polished marble floors, and laughter rang like crystal against the grand chandelier overhead. It was an evening hosted by the Crème de la Crème of society—an affair where alliances were made and hearts occasionally lost. She stood near the edge of the gilded room, a vision in midnight blue silk, her hair swept into a regal twist. The Duchess of Windmere—widowed too young, a paragon of grace, known for her quiet poise and guarded smile. But it was her eyes that held legends—eyes the color of ocean storms, eyes that pierced through pleasantries and peeled back façades. He saw her before she saw him. The Duke of Ashbourne—unwed, untamed, and unwilling to play the polished games of his peers. With a reputation as mysterious as his past, he was more likely to be found chasing storms than sipping champagne. And yet, this night, dressed in sharp black and silver, he was here. For reasons unknown ...