![]() ![]() ![]() "Lady Pandora doesn't like small talk, Father. "How was your journey, my dear?" the duke asked as he escorted her into the house.īefore Pandora could reply, Lord St. This man looked very much like the one Pandora had imagined. A father who might have let them stand on his feet to dance. When she and Cassandra were children, they had fantasized about a handsome father who would lavish them with affection and advice, and spoil them just a little, but not too much. There was something reassuring about his presence, the sense of a man who truly liked women. She looked up into silvery-blue eyes lit with sparks of humor and playfulness. "That's not true," the duke said, "The non-gullible ones follow me as well." "My father is the pied piper of gullible women." Vincent advised Pandora sardonically, fastening the loose sides of his vest. Why don't you come inside with me, away from this riffraff? The duchess is eager to meet you." As Pandora hesitated, thoroughly intimidated, he assured her. The smile lines at his eyes deepened subtly. “Desperately trying to remember her manners, she curtseyed and murmured, "Your Grace." ![]()
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