Fighting to maintain her dignity through the giddy feeling threatening to overcome her natural sense of reservation, Esme looked at the mirror and wondered … Would he be pleased with the result of her efforts? Would he appreciate her understated makeup and sober clothes? Would he overlook her flaws? But more importantly: could he desire her?

After so many years being nothing more than a lady, the sudden possibility of being a woman once again was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. But against her own expectations Esme wanted it with a desperation that bordered on insanity. It had been hard admitting it, even to herself, but once she had, Esme took the reins of the situation, actively pursuing what she wanted.

Chuckling at the recollection of the timid doctor, Esme felt a surge of tenderness wash over her. His guileless behavior was extremely attractive after the years she had spent surrounded by men who were always playing games. Startled, Esme realized she had grown weary of navigating through high society and all its trappings—she yearned for a different life, filled with real laughter and true bonds.

Not for the first time Esme questioned her mother's motives to push her towards a life so different from the one in which she had been raised. Memories of the real affection between her parents brought tears to her eyes—it was too late for her to experience the joys of motherhood, but maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have to spend the remainder of her years alone.

The seed of a dream had been sown and hope started to grow within her forgotten heart.