Fanny
Benjamin watched helplessly as Amanda dashed out. She looked like she was in a rush, still wearing her slippers.
Several men who got a clear look at her face were instantly captivated.
“Who was that woman who just ran out? Skin like snow, waist like silk, eyes like spring water, lips naturally red—she’s the embodiment of my dream girl!”
“No beauty in all the ages compares—such grace, such radiance! That face could bring kingdoms to ruin!”
The men struggled for words, but eventually managed to capture the brilliance of that fleeting glimpse.
Benjamin’s face darkened. That was his wife—in name, at least.
Howard and Brad glanced at the flamboyantly dressed young men by the stairs. Recognizing them as sons of noble families, they said nothing.
Miranda knew the woman who had just
