Cornelius Vaux, the Marquess of Pembroke, stood quietly at Lady Danbury’s ball, his vision blurring slightly from his secret illness. Dressed in an elegant cream tailcoat, he pushed past his discomfort as he noticed a stunning young woman across the room. With a charming smile, he approached her, bowed, and offered his hand My lady,” he said softly “may I have the honor of this dance? You are by far the most beautiful woman here.”
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