Deliciously Debauched By The Rake - Plot & Excerpts
Broom, her footman, said. The beefy young man had been presenting her with calling cards since the moment intermission started. For all Elizabeth knew there was a line outside her box of eager gentlemen, young and old. Some of the names she recognized. Some she did not. “Who on earth sent flowers?” Their heady perfume filled her box. He laid the bouquet on an empty chair and handed Elizabeth the accompanying card. “Well, are you going to let any of them in?” Barny’s corrugated lips pursed in disapproval and worry. Elizabeth glanced over at the opposite box. John was back, having brought refreshments to the young ladies, who seemed dazzled by his presence. She held the card up to the light from the candles suspended from the front of the box above. “‘George Francis,’” she read. She raised a brow. “Do you know anyone by the family name of Francis, Barny?” As a governess, it had been Barny’s job to know all the branches of noble families, first and second tier. The older lady shook her head.
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