Cassandra willed her smile not to falter even as her spirits deflated. How foolish of her to think Sir Brandon Calvert could want anything more from her. He might have been generous enough to forgive her abominable treatment of him. But she could not expect him to trust her with his heart again. She had broken it once already, like a clumsy housemaid handling the best china. He had found a lady who would take better care of it—one who could have no secret motives for wanting to marry him. Tomorrow morning he would drive away to propose to Miss Reynolds, confident that she would accept his offer and treat it as the honor it was. In the meantime, Brandon’s request to dance with her was nothing more than courtesy. Any flirtation she’d sensed between them was on her side alone. The kiss she’d believed he meant to give her was only her wish, not his. She must not trick herself into believing otherwise. Cassandra took a step back to put a more decorous distance between them. “Now that you are satisfied the Martins’ parlor is large enough for dancing, I believe there is a table that needs to be set for our Twelfth Night dinner.”
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