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The stranger who’d rescued her in the garden had beco

The future held nothing but promise

Epilogue

With the rooilt-fraallery was unrecognisable from the ballroom once used to entertain the dissolute members of the ton

Matthew sat on one of the circular velvet seats positioned in the centre and stared up at the large rectangular portrait of Priscilla He had captured her likeness to perfection, even if he did say so hielic blue eyes were counterbalanced by full sinful lips

The red dress she wore ree to wander downstairs with the sole objective of seducing hiht for that reason, in truth, she had enticed hi before He’d just been too blind to realise

A sered on the curve of her breast visible above the bodice of her gown This painting was for public viewing Hidden in his chamber, he had a much smaller version One purely for personal pleasure Of course, artists were rarely happy with their work and were forever es and alterations Even after twenty or so sittings, he just couldn’t seem to master the soft swell of her breasts or flare of her hips

“There you are” Priscilla’s voice disturbed his reverie

Matthew glanced up Priscilla was atteate the stairs, but with her stoled to see where to place her feet

“Let me help you” He jumped up and rushed to offer his assistance

She gripped his hand and descended the five s fault with your work or were you drea about me?”

“Both, though it’s the portrait in my chamber that needs some adjustments”

“Didn’t you put the finishing touches to it last week?” she said, eyeing him with some suspicion

His gaze fell to her full breasts filling the bodice “I fear there is a little more of you since then”

She stroked her stomach “Oh, Matthew You can’t paint my portrait when I look like this”