“So happy to see you, Lord Sterling. I trust you are well?” Samantha replied
“As well as can be expected in a crowded London ballroom with eyes boring into your back,” he replied, not too quietly either.
So he knew about the staring. Interesting.
And Grace found it rather odd that he was willing to be so loud about his displeasure when the viscount said he was so concerned with propriety.
Just another mystery.
Oh well, it kept the evening interesting.
“And how are you faring, Miss Morgan?”
What she wanted to say was,as well as can be expected in a London ballroom with eyes boring into your back.But what she said was, “Far better than I was fearing.”
He nodded, a grin tipped his lips and his gaze lingered a little longer on her face than it had last night, but he turned his attention back to the viscount before she could read much into his expression.
But there was something she’d never seen before in a man’s gaze, at least while looking at her.
It was something dangerously akin to appreciation.
And it made her feel beautiful.
And for once in her life, she actually believed that it might be true.
