Where It All Began [2]

"Find me a nobleman under twenty-five who is unmarried and has no interest in engagement. Ask him if he would be willing to become my fake fiancé for the period I require.

No matter how much money you ask for, I will pay, as long as you bring me the man I requested."

After rereading her words to ensure there were no mistakes, Cecillia folded the crisp white parchment carefully. Her hands trembled slightly, but she straightened her posture, placing the neatly folded letter onto a silver tray. Her gaze flickered toward the bell sitting beside the ink quill and papers. Taking a steadying breath, she reached out and rang it.