Tides of fate

with the sound of hooves pounding against the turf. A sea of dazzling hats, silk gowns, and sharp suits greeted her, a world of g

s life of privilege, but there was something about Ascot-the palpable ener

stands. Her father, Lord Cantwell, stood beside her, a figure of aristocratic composure, his eyes scanning the crowd with pract

"It's a good chance to show your face. You never know what

were little more than societal games played by people who cared more for titles and wealth than for anything real.

re a blur of motion as they were led to the starting line. She smiled to herself, grateful for the brief distraction. In a world

sound of her father's voice, low

s in European aristocracy, had arrived. Diana had heard whispers about them for years-about their w

is jawline sharp and confident. His eyes-piercing, intelligent, and full of mystery-met Diana's gaze across the crowded lawn, and

voice smooth, almost too polished. "I was

t a few social gatherings here and there, but they had never spoken. His family moved in circles muc

e smile. Her voice, despite her initial shock,

them in that instant. He held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, and Diana felt her heart skip a beat. She quickly pulled her hand away,

melted anyone in the vicinity. "I must confess, I've heard

en respected but never truly part of the inner circles of the highest aristocracy. The von Hoffstens were, a

ice a little more guarded now. "We are but a humble

n just polite interest. "Ah, yes. I know how it is. Sometimes i

f he were hinting at something beyond the surface. There was a worldliness a

s time to move toward their seats. "I see you've met our guest, Diana," he sa

ned fixed on Diana. "Of course, Lor

counter. Max von Hoffsten was more than just a wealthy heir; there was something about him that sti

by the man she had just met-and the strange pull she felt toward him. She didn't understand it, but she knew th