And so I tried to think of where I would want to be if I were not so bound to this hopeless task.” Dora knit her brow. “You cannot have thought of Lady Cushing’s ball,” she said sceptically. “I did not,” Elias said. “I thought of you, Dora. But you are here, and so here I am.” Those golden eyes held hers, and a flustered heat pooled against the surface of Dora’s skin. “I did not come here only to dance. I came here only to dance with you. It is quite a different thing.”
