SummaryMiss Penelope Prestwick wants a duke for a husband and
clearly the dashing Duke of Edenham is the best choice. Just
as Lady Dalby is clearly the best person to arrange the
match. But how exactly should Penelope go about dazzling a
duke? Surely a show of cleavage never hurt anyone. Perhaps a
kiss or two, just to make a lasting impression. And a bit of
competition usually helps move things along.
To that end, Penelope approaches the Marquis of Iveston with
a request. Would he kindly appear interested in her so that
the Duke of Edenham will take note of it? Alternately amused
and annoyed, Lord Iveston agrees; he even places a wager on
White's betting book to draw attention to the fact that he
is pursuing Penelope.
Soon, it's wagers and counter wagers as all of Society tries
to determine who will actually marry Penelope. Edenham she's
been hotly pursuing or Iveston she's been hotly kissing? Who
will claim the lady's heart...all in all it's the most
entertaining—and most contested—dance to the
altar Sophia has yet choreographed.
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