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Minta and Nick are so cute 🥰 I am dying here. Absolutely love this slow burn love story.

Tall.

Why??? Why can’t you give me half stars goodreads?! I need them for this book, because I don’t love it as much as the previous one, but it deserves more than 3 stars!

😁🥰😍🤩😄“The good news is, he’s so poor he can’t go proposing to anyone else, so I have all the time in the world to capture him with my lures.”

The villain 🤑🤐🤢Taplin almost laughed aloud. It was too wonderful! He would marry Miss Ellsworth, possibly clear the debts on Beaumond (and thus tell Mr. Weeks to go to the devil), and take from his brother the one thing his brother most wanted

😘😁Nevertheless she thought, I would be thrown from a dozen carriages, if it meant Mr. Carlisle would always be the one to examine me.

H is an orphan and poor 😔 Nick hasn’t the means to marry, and he would be the last person to marry for means.”

“You think so?” she asked, her disappointment not entirely feigned. Of course Minta didn’t want anyone to marry her for her money, but she liked Mr. Carlisle so well that she almost wished the money would tempt him.

🥰 And in return, some part of him had decided—there and then, without waiting for permission from the rest of him—that she was the girl he was going to marry.

It might take years before he could afford to offer for her with dignity, but she would be the one.

🙃They are meant to make me look better.”

“No modiste can do that, I don’t imagine.”

He meant it as a compliment, thinking to himself that she was like a ray of light in musty, dusty, fusty Drubbands

They are flirting without realizing????😆 “I don’t care a straw for the world’s smiles, Miss Ellsworth, so long as I reign supreme in your esteem.”

“My goodness, that’s charming,” she replied bluntly.

Love, love the MC's friendship and bunter l ❤️ 😍 She laughed and went to shove him again, only to retract her hand just in time.

Carlisle clicked his tongue, shaking his head...

😍🥰😄😁I like your looks better, myself.”

“You do?” he uttered, surprised into the question. Hastily, he tried to play off his artless astonishment. “That is—very kind of you to say so, Miss Ellsworth—”

“I like how kind and friendly you look,” she went on musingly, oblivious to his discomfiture

😁Minta sighed. “Oh, Aunt Jeanne, don’t look at me like that. Not everything is a love story.”

But her aunt shook her head, her silver-streaked dark curls bouncing. “That only means you have not read to the end.”

She does love her friend 😛Oh, no,” whispered Araminta feverishly. “Oh, no. Oh, dear. What shall I do? What can be done? If he must marry money—if this is the case—he can have any other heiress he likes, but I won’t let him have Aggie. I won’t. I can’t.

Miss Ellsworth—what a shame you were born a young English lady. You would have made an excellent Inquisitor😉

With one hand he took hold of her wrist. “Your pulse is jumping.”

“Yours would as well, if someone were going to smear mystery ointment on you,” replied Minta tartly. She didn’t care about the experiment, in truth—it was that ongoing tremble in her stomach which alarmed her.😃😋

Oh, wretchedness! How horrible—how utterly miserable it was to grow up. To leave behind the gambols of youth and hang one’s happiness on whether or not some flattering, bosom-loving gentleman paid one any attention.🤔😮‍💨😬

Joy and bliss had always struck Araminta as interchangeable, but she kept this to herself.😟