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“Of course They’re the softest gloves I own” Priscilla hugged her hands to her chest “I wish I had twenty pairs in an assortment of colours”

“The packaging did nothing to detract fro, I believe it made you cherish them all the more”

Discovering the gem buried inside the odd box had stolen her breath “The disappointing packaging made them appear all the more spectacular”

“Precisely I doubt cotton is any different Of cours

e, once a person is used to seeing presents wrapped in brown paper it doesn’t hurt to throw in the odd piece of fancy tissue”

A chuckle burst fro soon” A sudden rap on the dressing room door startled them “Quick You may leave me, Anne”

“But don’t you want me to brush out your hair, madam?”

“No There’s no ti Anne almost stumbled over her own feet as Priscilla ushered theof presents builds anticipation”

Fearing Matthew ed herrooers, she brushed her hand down the cotton gown and then opened the connecting door

“I thought you’d fallen asleep” Matthew’s aaze travelled froown “Do you need a littlemy interest?”

Priscilla patted her golden locks, reht you ht like to unravel the curls, thread your fingers through my hair”

He raised a sinful brow of approval “What, as one would unwrap a present?”

“Yes, exactly like that”

One look at his loose shirt hanging over his breeches, and the dusting of dark hair evident through the open neck, she knew she’d be ripping the wrapping off her gift

“Then you do intend to step aside and let me in”