Isabelle was out—at the theatre, according to her footman—so he waited for her. But after pouring a glass of whisky, instead of making himself comfortable, he paced.  She made a grand entrance into the small sitting room adjoining her bedchamber. Dressed in a gown of sparkling ruby satin decorated with gold ribbon, she looked like a gleaming jewel meant to be appreciated. Preened over.  He couldn’t help but contrast her to Nora. She’d worn a simple but elegant ball gown made of a rich amber that made her auburn hair seem redder and her tawny eyes more luminescent. Where Isabelle commanded attention, Nora quietly lured you into her orbit, and once there, you were sorely tempted to never leave. But he had left. He’d possessed no other choice unless he wanted to give the ton even more fodder. “Kendal,” Isabelle purred. “What a divine surprise.” She set her fur-lined shawl on the settee. “Give me a few minutes to prepare before you come in.” She started toward her bedchamber.
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