The Misfit Marquess
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"We will see that you have plenty of other new dresses," Gideon told Elizabeth now.
She slipped her arm through his, laying her head against his shoulder. "I have everything I want already."
"Flatterer," he teased, but the warmth in his gaze made Elizabeth long for the night ahead, when she could lie in his arms once more and know she was not wicked as she had imagined, but only very, very lucky.
'Tell me, my dearest Elizabeth," he said, and she was glad to hear the excitement coursing through his voice, the joy he could not hide at leaving Greyleigh Manor for this tour of England together. "Is there anything you regret? Would you change our courtship, if you could?"
"Not one moment of it," she said with conviction, and when he smiled down at her, she knew he felt exactly the same.