Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father who detests him is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates & ruin his inheritance. Gareths sole bequest is an old family diary which may or may not contain the secrets of his past & the key to his future. The problem is
- its written in Italian of which Gareth speaks not a word. All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth Bridgerton. Shes fiendishly smart devilishly outspoken &
- according to Gareth
- probably best in small doses. But theres something about her
- something charming & vexing
- that grabs him & wont quite let go. But rest assured hes spinning in his grave when Gareth & Hyacinth cross paths at the annual
- an annually discordant
- Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth Gareths every word seems a dare & she offers to translate his diary even though her Italian is slightly less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious text they discover that the answers they seek lie not in the diary but in each other & that there is nothing as simple--or as complicated
- as a single perfect kiss.