The guardian of the young beauty Rosalie, the young socialite Lord Fletcher Belden, is trying with all his might to find the cunning fugitive. He had never seen the girl, and he would have cared little about Rosalie's fate had he not, by some strange chance, been made responsible for her before the law. It's funny, but all this time she was right under Fletcher's nose. What would a minx do when she was on the verge of being exposed? Sweet, gentle Rosalie faces the hardest choice of her life: take off the mask or the abyss...* * *...Rosalie Darley has become stunningly beautiful, the most desirable woman Fletcher has ever met. He didn't know whether to rejoice or cry. Rosalie's graceful face was framed by impeccably styled short black curls, tied with a creamy satin ribbon, setting off her small, slightly upturned freckled nose, long neck and huge emerald eyes. Her eyes saved him from despair, because they were the eyes of Billy Balkham - lively, inquisitive, mischievous and defiant. Billy didn't disappear completely, he just hid behind Rosalie's new appearance.