Although Penelope had heard of it through the whispers of giggling maids, she had never thought she could experience the tingling sensations a lady is supposed to feel in the presence of a good-looking gentleman. Her lack of interest worried her to the point of crying herself to sleep at night, realizing how out of reach her desire for love was if she couldn't even feel it.
What kind of gentleman would want a wife unable to return his affections ? Let alone his touch ?
Then, just like in the fairy tales, Colin Bridgerton appeared before her on his mighty horse before falling ungracefully in the mud thanks to her devilishly yellow bonnet which flew with the wind directly onto his face.
Penelope had never felt so mortified in her entire life, and was about to apologize profusely when the man who would later occupy her every thoughts began to laugh.
A smile crept across her face, and she decided that Colin Bridgerton's laugh would be her favorite sound in the whole world.
For the first time in her life Penelope felt the butterflies she had heard so much about, and she understood what the maids were referring to, and how a woman could suddenly feel warm at the sight of a gentleman.
At this moment Penelope realized that Colin Bridgerton, with his piercing green eyes and his boyish smile, was the only gentleman who would ever make her feel that way.
And the feeling was too good let go.