My dear Miss Bridgerton,
We have been corresponding now for quite some time, and although we have never formally met, I feel as if I know you. Forgive me if I am too bold, but I am writing to invite you to visit me here at Romney Hall. It is my hope that we might decide that we will suit, and you will consent to be my wife.
Did he think she was mad? Eloise Bridgerton couldn't marry a man she had never met! But then she started thinking, and wondering, and before she knew it, she was on her way to meet the man she hoped might be her perfect match.
Except... he wasn't. Her perfect husband wouldn't be so moody and ill-mannered, and while Phillip was certainly handsome, he was rough and rugged, totally unlike the London gentlemen vying for her hand. But when he kissed her, the rest of the world simply fell away. Could this imperfect man be perfect for her?
