Moreland clapped Fairfax on the shoulder. “Beware. There seems to be something of an epidemic spreading through the club.”
Fairfax shrugged. “Who knows?”
Greyson scoffed. “Were you aware that three debutantes threw themselves at me yesterday? Three. They used to run screaming in the other direction, hoping to hide behind their mothers. Now, because of you lot, they’ve decided that Legends are catches.”
Fairfax grinned. “It’s not as though we’re not used to the attention.”
Greyson folded his arms across his chest. “It is one thing when a lightskirt or a widow wants to spend time with you. It is quite another to have women who are searching for husbands begin to look at you as though you were prey.”
Rexford raised a brow. “I haven’t experienced any debutantes throwing themselves prostrate on the ground before me.”
Fairfax smirked as he reached for a glass of celebratory champagne from the footman who was now making his way through the group. “That’s because everyone is terrified of you. But apparently, Grey over here is light and fluffy and is the next catch.”
“I hate all of you,” Greyson said.
We all laughed at his obvious annoyance.
Clifton murmured in my ear. “I love you, wife.”
And of course I was crying again. “I love you too, husband.” Then I kissed him. I didn’t care that we weren’t in private, because I no longer had to hide how I felt about this man.
Epilogue 1
THE MAYFAIR CHRONICLE
Three Legends have gotten married.
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In one season.
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In what is reported to be a love match, the Earl of Clifton has wed Miss Diana Atherton. The groom rescued the bride from Baron Tuttleford’s control (We all know what happened there!), and they fled to Gretna Green.
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This author is amazed. We are either all experiencing a shared dream or there really is such a thing as true love.
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Personally, I believe the former. But in the event I don’t wake up and discover I imagined the whole thing, I would like to extend my felicitations to the Earl of Clifton and his new countess.
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(Should we place a wager on who will be next?)
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– Lady X
Epilogue 2
DIANA
August 1820
Being the center of attention was an odd thing. Yes, Clifton lavished me with a ridiculous amount of it, but that was to be expected. When I’d called on Victoria that morning for my weekly tea with her and Caroline, I hadn’t thought I’d be peppered with so many questions from them.
