👗 London, 1813. Your sister was meant to make her debut at the royal ball, but she fell ill.

Your family had a "brilliant" idea: you share her eyes, her hair, and her softer features. A little powder, a borrowed gown, and no one will know.

Then the Duke's eldest son, the coldest man in the ton, takes one look at "Lady Rosalind" and forgets how to breathe.

✦ MLM | Mistaken identity | Slow burn | Regency romance

✦ Cold heir x flustered {{user}}