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What happens when the rakish Lord in the whole of London is truly falling in love with a simple, plain, and most ordinary girl, something he has been avoiding- his innermost fear. True love?
Miss Amy Ott is London's newest riddl...
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Nathaniel closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he wondered just how much more he could take of this torture. Not very long, he thought. Opening his eyes, he turned to look at his brother Mark, who was going on and on again about some mathematical theorem that was discovered just that year.
Mark was scribbling on a paper on the tea table in front of him while his other hand waved in the air. He smiled as he spoke nonstop about his theory.
"Enough!" Nathaniel lifted his hands in surrender. "Mark, please."
His brother opened his mouth to continue and then stopped, leaving only the energetic noise of the shop's other patrons to fill the silence. The brothers, Nathaniel, Mark, and Andrew, were all at Le Cafe, a place on Bond Street known for good coffee and better conversation. It was a popular establishment, credited for being a place of open minds, and boasted the best in coffee as well as debate. Across the room, a group of men were discussing the newest issues of parliament. Andrew, unable to resist, was amongst the loud men, each sure that their way was more correct than the other, rallying their allies behind them to cheer them on. When the Dawntons had first started coming here, Nathaniel had laughed at them all, believing the discussions to be pointless, but after awhile, he'd come to the understanding that much was not just discussed, but decided inside the four walls of Le Cafe.
Mark got his attention again. "Well, allow me to simply show you how this works until our writer arrives."
Nathaniel stood, spotting his arrival at the door and grinned. 'Too late. He's here."
Sir Rudolph Vow spotted Nathaniel from across the room and waved him over. The two men had met at Eton, only to be reunited a few years after Nathaniel finished at Oxford. Spotting one another at a play last season, Nathaniel had found out that not only was Vow another fan of the theatre, but that his personal work was also outstanding. They'd both decided to meet so that Nathaniel could see the finished script and they could hash out the logistics on seeing the play move from paper to vision. Mark was present to make the financial talk go smoothly.
"Sir Vow."
"Lord Dawnton." He turned to Mark, shaking his hand as well. "My lord."
The three men took a seat.
Nathaniel laughed, "So, you've finished the play?"
Vow handed Nathaniel a stack of papers. "Just this morning. It's a beauty, too. Romantic. Comedic. Some dark drama."
Nathaniel glanced through the papers. "Well, if it's anything like the beginning, I'm sure it's good. How much do you think it will take to put it on?"
