Why was your sister even on the balcony this evening, when I was expecting you?” Heather’s eyes darted from over his shoulder to his face for a quick moment. The minute Jasmine fell she knew their duplicity would be discovered. The simple childhood game they had played on unwitting friends and family numerous times had finally failed. And with David, of all people. Heather could not be more mortified. “When did you discover it was her and not me?” “After one sentence. How could you possibly think I would not notice?” “It always worked before,” Heather squeaked. “Well, it doesn’t hold with me. You’re as different from your sister as night is from day.” Heather hung her head. “Yes, I’m well aware of my shortcomings.” “Are you joking? You are not the one with shortcomings. You are delightful.” Heather looked up in surprise, as her heart began to soar. “Do you mean it?” “If you give yourself a chance to get to know me, you’ll find one thing I do not do is make jests about my feelings.
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