Chapter 14
Charlotte was just descending the staircase at eight o’clock that evening when Alistair arrived. She knew her pale blue silk gown was flattering to her coloring and figure, but the smoldering expression in his eyes as he swept his appreciative gaze over her, head to toes, made her feel like she was a work of art.
As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, he raised her hand to drop a soft, warm kiss on her knuckles. “You look divine.”
His touch and his smile sent her pulse racing, and his simple declaration warmed her as no effusive praise would have done. “You look quite handsome as well.” His black coat and breeches, white shirt and stockings, were elevated beyond the ordinary by a waistcoat of sky-blue silk. A sapphire stick pin winked from the folds of his snowy cra
