Elizabeth had never been in a mansion like this one. Imported Italian marble. Stunning fountains. But it was nothing to the heart-stopping emotion which swept through her when she first laid eyes on Robert. Across the swirling waltzers at the masked ball, she had been caught by his gaze and held fast.
The way his hands held hers as they danced. The rich resonance of his voice. And something about those tawny eyes ...
Elizabeth has been transported to the glittering opulence of Renaissance Venice. There is Robert, standing across the ballroom from her, his gaze transfixed on hers.
Just what is going on?
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