I never warmed up to James's style despite having read more than a dozen of her novels. Her dialogue is always obviously anachronistic, and kind of artificial - as if the characters know they are performing on stage and must prove their wit. This is even more so the case with this novella, which didn't even have the benefit of a good plot.
I consider myself an easy-to-please historical romance reader, as I do not demand historical accuracy in plot, character development, or the language used, but when a book has so many intrusive elements, reading it definitely becomes a chore.
But perhaps what was most tiring was the excessive focus on the weight of the heroine (and on body types in general, with a ridiculous central binary opposition between fat/slim, associated with good/bad, kind/mean, moral/immoral, attractive/unattractive) from start to finish. Not every mention of Bea's body was justified, and despite some attempts to portray the heroine as smart and knowledgeable, she is defined by her figure (as are the other characters). While the two male characters admire Bea's curves, the female characters judge, criticize and despise her for it. There are also parallels drawn between Bea's weight and her sensuality, as male characters find her curves enticing, associating them with strong sensual response, while female characters associate them with immorality (she is actually called a whore by the lead mean girl of the story, the titular duke's sister, described as both a debutante and a leader of society 😏).
There were several references to Bea being forbidden to eat at balls, before balls, and at the breakfast table. We learn that she and her father were confident in her appeal and ability to secure a husband while she was home in the country. However, as soon as she debuts in London, she is reduced to total and crippling insecurity by the "mean girls" of society, her chaperone included, and her father leaves her with the paid chaperone for the remainder of the season after realizing she won't be receiving a proposal any time soon.
The aforementioned mean girls are all described as slim and beautiful, but the main antagonist's slimness is revealed to be unappealing, and the author makes the effort to tell us in a 130-page novella that the girl's cleavage fails to impress her fiancé, her legs are stork-like and scrawny, and her beauty is the result of her efforts to carefully paint over measles scars - and it is insinuated that she might be mean to Bea because she is jealous of her lush breasts and creamy complexion. James even bothers to tell the reader in the last pages of the novella that the chaperone, a mature woman, is proud that she has kept her girlish figure and she could still wear gowns that fit her 20 years prior, all while clinically analysing the heroine's body and the appeal of said body for men, and the potential it might have to change the fashion - she decides that one "fleshy" duchess will not bring curves into fashion. Really? This novella focused more on body image than the central love story was published in 2023.
All in all, this was a very disappointing read from an author with such high credentials.