Sir Richard Kenworthy has less tan a month to find a bride. He knows he can´t be too picky, but when he sees Iris Smythe-Smith hiding behind her cello at her family´s infamous musicale, he thinks he might have struck gold. She´s the type of girl you don´t notice until the second- or third- look, but there´s something about her, something simmering under the surface, and he knows she´s the one.