Love Languageby Emma Hart An aristocrat and a gardener walk into a bar, and the barman says—never mind. They walked into a shed, and they’re kissing. Oops. My name is Lady Gabriella Hastings, and there are three things you need to know about me. One: my idiot brother will inherit the estate I’ve adored my entire life. Two: my father wants me to marry an idiot who has an estate like this. Three: my aunt’s goats keep escaping and terrorising the public. Oh, and I have a huge crush on the gardener. Except I have absolutely no time to sort…
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