CHAPTER 82
Georgiana and Dan attended the Governor’s Ball for less than an hour. It was in the same building as the theatre and it was expected that every winner be present. Finally, they had twenty minutes alone together in the back of the limo on the way to the Vanity Fair party.
She reached for his hand. “I should have believed you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Dan spluttered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I broke your heart. You’re allowed to hate me.”
“But you didn’t do anything wrong. I could never hate you, and you didn’t quite break it,” she said. “Just a fracture. It’s well on the way to being mended.”
“Seriously?” Dan grinned.
“Yes, if you’re very careful with me,” she smiled.
“I’m so bloody sorry,” he gushed. “I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I’ll get a
