SHE CRIED AT HER OWN WEDDING. HE NOTICED THREE YEARS LATER — THE DAY SHE STOPPED COMING HOME.

She did not make a sound. That was the part nobody could explain afterward. Not the tears themselves — tears at weddings were expected, managed, folded neatly into the ceremony like pressed flowers, decorative and anticipated. What nobody could explain was the silence of them. No trembling lip. No delicate dabbing with an embroidered handkerchief. No performance of emotion for the assembled guests of Hartwell Cathedral, two hundred and fourteen of them, every one dressed in their finest, every one watching. #regentloveera #regencyromance #lovestory #historylovers #dukestory