When Catherine Shreveton was invited to London to make her debut under the auspices of an aunt, her family insisted she go. In a pique, Catherine disguised herself to look as dull and drab as her aunt supposed her to be, and she kept everyone in the dark about her fortune. But Catherine had not counted on the dashing Marquis of Stefton. This nobleman knew she was an heiress, and he had his doubts about her drab appearance. Wouldn’t it be a lark, he mused, to gain the little wren entrée into the most fashionable and prominent circles? And so two pretenders had set their traps unaware that love was the prize.