It Happened Under The Mistletoe: A Holiday Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Whist was the after-dinner amusement the ladies were participating in when the gentleman joined them after drinks. Oliver’s gaze scanned the room for Miss Blake. He was eager to tell her his plan. Well, eager for her reaction to it, that was. He’d found himself looking forward to their conversation all afternoon actually. Luckily, Miss Blake was just tossing in her hand of cards on a table toward the back of the room when he spotted her. She was wearing a bright, pretty violet-colored gown, and her dark hair was piled atop her head, a few tendrils left to stroke her porcelain cheeks. He made his way over to her. “Miss Blake?” She glanced up and swallowed. Had he frightened her? “Your grace?” she replied, glancing nervously around at the other ladies who were all watching him with adoring eyes. Bloody uncomfortable, that. “May I have a word, Miss Blake?” he asked. Of course, such a display would do nothing to quell the rumors that they had an affinity for one another, but that was exactly what Oliver wanted.
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