My Notorious Gentleman's
#1
London, 1816
George was drunk, but according to Grace, it was not surprising. The mindless dandy youth suddenly threw his body beside Grace who was sitting on the sofa on the edge of the dance hall, and said:
"Miss Kenwood, I admire you!"
"Ah, that's very nice, George."
"I mean it, I adore you!"
"Praise God and use your head, baby" Grace said as she scanned the room.
George laughed as if Grace was saying something enchanting.
"The way you speak is really like the daughter of a priest! I dare guarantee that even you can save my soul, Miss Kenwood. But I mean it," said the young man, finishing his glass.
"You are the most ideal woman in my opinion in every way." Without guilt she observes Grace's dress from top to bottom.
"Your lack of dressing pays off by your personality!"
Grace turned to George, looking shocked.
"Um, thank you, My Lord."
Perfect. Just like Grace needs to hear. Confirmation from the host's son that he looked much different than the others, as he did when he was in the luxurious residence of the Marquess of Lievedon.
Miss Grace Kenwood, at the age of twenty-five, was not used to this kind of noble dance.
The air in this crowded city makes his skin feel dirty when compared to when he enjoys a gust of fresh wind and sun in the countryside.
And his people, well, not that he can judge them, but enough to tell them that the people here are in a time of moral slump.
"By the way, what are you doing by hiding behind a shadow like a wallflower?" ask Grace's impolite friend, banging her shoulder against Grace's shoulder, as a mischievous young man would do to tease his private tutor at home.
Twenty-one-year-old George, Lord Baron Brentford, or Bratford, a nickname Grace preferred for the young man, four years younger than Grace.
But he likes to tease Grace with silly seductions because he knows that his appeal will have no effect.
George is the heir to the title and fortune of Marquess Lievedon, while Grace is only the daughter of a laid-back priest, who is invariably called upon to prevent the young man from destroying himself.
Because of some strange events, Father Richard Kenwood is the only person considered to have moral authority in this world that seems to have an influence on the naughty dandy.
Basically the son of Lord Lievedon was still naughty and contemptuous, but at least the young man was still willing to listen to Papa's wise advice.
Everyone knew that George's own father could no longer speak to the young man; but he could not be blamed either, for the old marquess could only rule and speak in a cold tone.
In the end, Papa's great influence on George made the marquess moved to give Papa a job. Of course by agreement, that Pastor Kenwood will always be there if needed by the family of the marquess.
In essence, if the marquess calls the Kenwoods to come to town, then they must fulfill it.
George swigged down his brenda and signaled to a nearby waiter to bring him another drink.
"Aren't you drinking enough?" soft Grace Murmuring.
