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Delicate brows arched “I was about to pen a note and you interrupted”

“A note to our parents”

A heavy fringe of sooty lashes fraly Those lashes now fluttered innocently at him “Of course not”

“Liar,” he said with so hue that would have the like puppets to meet each other in some secret place”

Her face flushed so becoly “I’ll never own that was my intention”

So suspiciously like amusement colored her tone

Graha ways?

“Your mother re the matchmaker?”

“You do not know her like I do She…uarded her heart very well after papa’s death, but it comes alive for Lord Deerwood”

His heart jolted “You are a romantic”

“Unapologetically,” she said with a sweet smile

“Would you honor me with a dance, Miss Middleton?”

The request startled them both

One hand pressed against her chest, and the ot “Here?”

“No”