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

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She smiled a small, shy smile, looking down at the gravel path. “Rowan, is lines?”

“It is.”

“I do not know if I have ever used a man’s first name before.”

“You have now.”

They sat on the bench in the yew walk for a long time while a blackbird sang from somewhere in the hedge. The sun was warm on Vivien’s shoulders through the thin gray wool of her dress.continue reading …