The ball was a crush, full to the brim with the ton’s highest patrons, many of whom looked down their noses at the young heiress.“It’s extremely warm in here tonight,” Victoria said, fanning herself with a silk fan that matched her dress. “I believe I may have to walk the terrace soon, or I’m certain I may faint.”“Do you intend to walk out there alone?” Suzanna laughed at the crimson blush that stole over her friend’s cheeks.“No, I’ll have you by my side.” She gestured toward the card room door not far from where they stood. “I see Viscount Danning is extremely dashing this eve. Never have I seen such a fine piece of masculinity within the ton, if I may say so.”Suzanna gazed over at the man she had followed like a ninny hammer last season. She threw him a baleful glare she hoped pricked his senses and hurt every fibre of his being. Not that he was looking her way, of course. Seemed nothing had changed in the year she’d been away. Being from trade, as she was deemed, wasn’t of course worth admiring.
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