“You have studiously kept your gaze from traveling to the other side of the room.” “Have I? I hadn’t noticed.” “Interesting. So you didn’t know that two-thirds of the Luna sisters are sitting like lovely roses in the sun in front of Lady Carole’s front window?” Gideon dropped his gaze from Whitfield’s and stared instead at the liquid in his glass. “Are they really?” “Indeed.” The duke drummed his fingers on his forearm. “Miss Isabel is wearing blue, which I must say looks striking against her dark skin.” “Miss Isabel is quite striking all on her own,” Gideon murmured. “And Miss Luna could
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