Gabby raised a shoulder. “He’s just so serious. At the Richardsons’ soiree, I don’t think I saw him smile once.” Her brows drew together. “Although he was with the Duke of Whitfield, so that might be the reason.” “Perhaps you didn’t give him a reason to smile at you.” “That’s nonsense. I give everyone a reason to smile . . . even when I wish that they would go to el infierno.” “Traviesa,” Ana María huffed before returning her gaze to the stage.
