My parents wanted me to marry Portia. She fit into their perfect ideals and was from a well respected British aristocratic family.
On paper, she appeared flawless. In real-life, she was a nightmare surrounded by a media circus just waiting for her next cock up.
Then, I met her sister. She was quiet, shy, and never went near the parties that her sister did. Every time I saw her, I had to get closer to her. Every time I got closer to her, she backed further away.
She was an enigma and a challenge. For the first time in my life, I was going to chase and catch something that I wanted – Wilhelmina Campbell.
I was William Renton, and she was mine. To hell with what my family said.
Christmas in London just got that little bit sweeter.