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Brodie escorted Lydia into the ballroom, which had been refinished with a new wooden dancing floor. Aidan retrieved his violin and stood in the corner of the room while servants rushed to light the wall lamps and the candles in the chandeliers. Rafe held Isla’s hand and was explaining how men and women danced at balls, and then he executed a feminine curtsy to show the girl what to do next. Lydia’s laughter at the sight had Brodie’s heart skipping a few beats. She was so perfect, especially when she lowered her guard and could be herself, assuming that no one was paying attention to her.
Aiden finished tightening the strings and gave a nod to the dancers.
“Miss Hunt.” Brodie grinned as he bowed to Lydia. She curtsied, holding her gown away from her legs, and when she did, he caught a
