SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

” he said.

She stopped but did not turn to him, standing with a wilted lily in her hand and a drop of green water running down her wrist into her sleeve. “I beg your pardon, Your Grace?”

“After the guests had gone. In the ballroom, you danced alone.”

The room went very quiet. She could hear a clock on the mantel ticking, a bird outside, and her own heart continue reading …