Giving a distracted nod in acknowledgment of the absurd compliment, Charlotte pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. “I say, you are a temptress,” he hissed in a raspy whisper, most likely so her mother wouldn’t overhear. “Kindness has little to do with it.” His broad, nearly connected white eyebrows waggled as his greedy gaze swept over her bodice. So instead she simply murmured, “You are much too kind, my lord.” She should smile, to be polite of course, but her lips wouldn’t budge. Miss Charlotte Greene leveled a blank stare at Viscount Witherby. The Bride Hunt Ball, Castle WolverestAugust 1813 “In the presence of God and in front of all…Ī Gentleman never hesitates to rescue a Lady. Three hours later, the new Countess of Rothbury was being… It occurred to Charlotte, as she weaved within the steps…Ĭharlotte waited patiently. “It wasn’t I who needed to speak to you, dear,”… The path to the pavilion in the Aubry garden turned…Īfter breakfast the following day, they all piled into the… There was something to be said about the allure of… He…īreathless from her dash out of the library, Charlotte forced… Rothbury inhaled the familiar lemon-tinged air wafting before him. “I’ve decided to allow the Earl of Rothbury to seduce… “So, what do you think? Mother Goose or Perdita?” Pasting an innocent smile on her face, Charlotte tried desperately… “‘Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet-’” July 24, 1940-ApA very smart man, indeed.
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