What Isabella Desires
“One could argue either way, depending on the level of one’s propriety.Marcus watched with growing vexation as Isabella changed one partner for another on the dance floor. She was wearing some light blue gown that he had seen before but couldn’t remember being quite so low. He resisted the urge to walk over and tug the bodice up, and turned to James, who was watching him in amusement.“Something on your mind, Angelford?”“I can’t figure out whether you resemble a jealous husband or an irate father.”“What the devil are you on about?”“Every time Lady Willoughby comes within your sight, you get this sort of green-tinged, puckered expression on your face. It’s quite amusing.”“I’m delighted for you.”“So which is it?”He flicked a piece of lint from his sleeve. “Which is what?”“You know very well what I’m asking.”“Whether I’m green-tinged or puckered? Neither is very appealing.”Unfortunately, James didn’t seem put off in the least. “Are you a jealous husband or an irate father?”Marcus watched I...sabella twirl.MoreLess
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