2 March 1810 . . . Today, I fell in love. At the age of ten, Miranda Cheever
showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at ten, Miranda learned to accept the
expectations society held for her-until the afternoon when Nigel Bevelstoke, the
handsome and dashing Viscount Turner, solemnly kissed her hand and promised her
that one day she would grow into herself, that one day she would be as beautiful
as she already was smart. And even at ten, Miranda knew she would love him
forever. But the years that followed were as cruel to Turner as they were kind
to Miranda. She is