"Lord Cross." Emily greeted with a smile as she lowered herself for a curtsy when Christopher finally stood before her. Though she inwardly thought of Christopher as a douche, she knew that it was her bitterness speaking. That aside, he was still a marquis and heir to one of the most powerful dukedoms in their kingdom.
In truth, she already knew that Christopher's intention for approaching her last year could not have been sincere. He was not a young lord who could still be mesmerized by her nor was he some idealistic person who didn't have his feet planted on the ground.
Emily herself was also not the young naive girl she has been in the past. She has already been in the field for quite some time and has alreaody learned the ways of how the marriage market of the ton worked.