It should have been a marriage made in heaven. Cheviot was aristocratic and gorgeous--a man tempered by his father's downfall and his own experiences at war. Sarah was artistic and freethinking, shaped by the best education her nouveau riche grandfather could afford. But there was one problem. The marriage was arranged. The Duke of Cheviot needed money. Sarah's grandfather wanted a title. And so, what could have been a perfect love affair was begun in a most imperfect way.
