“Perhaps,” she conceded with a wry smile. “I simply sought to make a good impression.” “And who said you didn’t?” Mr. Fox moved a half step closer. “I was impressed.” Her breath faltered as she met his piercing dark eyes. “Th-thank you.” “Will you be attending the Ralston ball tonight?” Swallowing, she nodded. “I believe we are.” He digested this information for a moment. “Will you save your supper waltz for me?” “I’d be honored to,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “I look forward to it.” His smile was brief but devastating, and she rocked back on her feet at the sight of it. “Until tonight,
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