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"It may appear, my Lady, that we've gathered quite the attention tonight," the Lord said softly, his voice calm but observant.
I glanced toward the grand hall, where figures moved with practiced grace. Had he seen my exchange with the Duke? The thought left me unexpectedly self-conscious.
"Then I hope," I replied evenly, "our audience was entertained."
A smirk touched his lips.
"No doubt. You have a way of captivating attention."
He stood with quiet confidence-not the kind that demanded notice, but the kind that drew it effortlessly. His gaze unsettled me. Not for its sharpness, but for its clarity. As though he saw not just the woman before him, but something deeper.
I searched for pretense and found none. And that, more than anything, unnerved me.
She was not meant to be adored. She was meant to be matched. And he-he was learning how to hold fire without fear
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