![]() And then, on a mellow spring day, while the birds were singing and a gentle breeze ruffled the air, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, professing his everlasting love and adoration. He courted her sweetly, with fragrant flowers and stolen kisses. In her dreams, she’d met him at a ball, maybe her own ball, hosted by her devoted mother and father. He had become the centerpiece of her fantasies, dreams in which she was a different person, with different parents. Not a day had gone by that she hadn’t thought of him, hadn’t remembered his lips on hers, or the heady magic of that costumed night. And Benedict Bridgerton surely didn’t expect to see a fine lady of the ton in the guise of a humble housemaid. He couldn’t recognize the lady in the housemaid, and in all truth, why should he? But that wasn’t going to happen, she soon realized. They had nothing in common.īut still, she kept waiting for him to recognize her, to yank the carriage to a halt, clasp her to his chest, and tell her he’d been looking for her for two years. ![]() She was a housemaid, not a glorious woman of the ton. Sophie remembered the masquerade ball, when they hadn’t lacked for conversation, even for a moment. ![]() ![]() They rode on, silence cloaking the night. ![]()
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