*Faye*
"There were fewer flowers this morning," I say, perched on my bay mare as we slowly traverse through the park, matching the pace of Hunter's chestnut gelding.
"That should please you," he replies. He had arrived an hour earlier than the respectable morning hour and suggested a ride through the park. Since it's not the fashionable hour, few people are around. "It's what you wanted, isn't it? To separate the wheat from the chaff?"
I nod. "Yes, but I'm not exactly sure how it came about."
"Those who sent flowers yesterday but not today care more about your reputation than they do about you." He says.
"That's why you danced with me. You knew some men would be put off by my association with a rakehell." I say.
He chuckles. "Don't act surprised. You're the one who pointed out that d
