“I hope, I have many reputations, My Lady.” The world of the English aristocracy was small, a man like John could never escape wagging tongues, and salacious rumor for very long. He took Theodora’s hand and brought it momentarily to his lips, never averting his gaze. “I fear if you know me by reputation, you already think poorly of me.”
❛ I could not think badly of anyone based solely on their reputation, rest assured ❜ she smiled and withdrew her hand gently. ❛ Many people would, I suppose, but I am not one of them ❜ With a gesture of the hand, she invited him to sit by him. ❛ Reputation is the only true fortune we, aristocrats, might own, and I’m afraid I may not be the richest one... ❜ she chuckled lightly.










