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Theblue eyes A stubbled chin Eventually he dropped the bucket and turned away, heading back in the direction of the barn

“Where’d you come from anyway?” Melody asked as they walked It was odd that the question had only just now occurred to her

“Stepped out froh “You were there”

She looked hientleold buttons Shoes with silver-washed colonial buckles Everything he had on was period dress, just like her

“I know that, but why are you here?”

He s s actually,” he said

“I’ht”

“There’s a ball every night,” he laughed

“What?”

“Nothing,” Eric said

disestured at his own outfit “Look at uest, just like you”

Melody gave hi There were al

“Listen,” he said, leaning in confidentially, “I’ you are”

“The cotillion?” she asked innocently

Eric’s gaze shifted back and forth for aback on her own