Chapter Twenty-Five
Margaret took up her position next to Bel on the dance floor. She could hardly believe how flippant she’d been to her brother. She would never behave so…normally. Of course, she knew precisely how many dances she’d had with Lord Mac. Each and every one had been sheer bliss. In fact, the entire evening so far had been wonderful.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time,” she admitted to her partner.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that,” he said. He looked down at her as they turned about. She could almost swear she could see his eyes soften with an emotion that made her melt a little.
“Do you think we might meet again—only without our masks?” she asked hopefully.
“I’m certain that we shall, only you will not know me, and perhaps I will not r
