The House of Happiness

You must not – you really really must not – marry Lady Walling.”

A wry smile danced at the corners of the Marquis’s lips. “Indeed? Then who may I marry, Miss Dovedale?”

Eugenia’s eyes widened as if she imagined the Marquis a fool to ask.

“Why, me!” she beamed, brightly and innocently. “Me, Eugenia Dovedale.”

And with that, she stumbled dazedly into his willing arms.

Very odd BC novel...