I watched her discreetly from the corner of my eye as she took sips of wine from Porter’s glass, her auburn hair shining like polished amber in the candlelight. Porter finally caught on to her antics and glared at Arabella, and I bit back a laugh when she dimpled back at him. But then her attention drifted to the handsome man to her right, and a deep blush bloomed in her cheeks. Whit’s friend, Leo, didn’t notice, but he’d curiously avoided meeting her eyes since he had sat down at the start of the dinner.
