There are few as tenderly hopeful as a true Enemies to Love trope enthusiast when a story claims to have adversaries/rivals falling in love. We’ve been burned before by misnomers and flimsy animosity. Rejoice E2L fans, this one delivers!
And I mean, we’re talking carriage rides and ballrooms here, no high stakes or blood-thirsty feuding, and still, I was all-in with the wager premise, and Clara and Wesley had me gripped with their adversarial shenanigans from the start. The antics, the ploying and foiling, the shooting-daggers glances and the barely restrained grinning. But, most of all, the unwritten law of romance is fulfilled: the snobby jerkface must fall first, and hard, and by the end find himself laid prostrate confessing himself to be an unmitigated fool. Our ambitious elitist goes from misguided priorities and emotional constipation to a veritable face-plant of adoration and devotion, and it is so good to behold.
Lord Eaton will not settle for less than a duke’s daughter for a wife, but finds himself in a teasing wager with the halfway-to-the-shelf lowly baron’s daughter he challenged to win the objects of their ambition. Grossly underestimating her ruthlessness and her ability for seeing into his unloved-little-boy soul. Besides some good animosity, I love me some grovel that was preceded by generous internal conflict and against-my-better-judgment descent into love-adled conflicted madness with a savage set-down to match, so, thank you, Ms. Wells. That third act bump was just perfection, everything comes full circle so well. Did I mention he’s such a penitent goner? This is just such absolute, swoony fun and a must-read if you love that E2L tension!
Immediately jumping on to Archie’s comeuppance *rubs hands*
Content notes: kissing only, mention of toxic parents, mention of parent-loss grief.