*Evangeline*
“Do you know that Luc has never kissed me?”
I look up from my feeble attempt to write. While Frannie is writing out a menu that Claybourne could deliver to his cook for the dinner party that the three of us will have at his residence tomorrow night, I use my time to test my ability to write, scribbling nothing of importance. With my wounded hand, I am having difficulty properly holding a writing instrument. How am I going to help Wicky address the invitations to our ball? Although that concern slips to the back of my mind with Frannie’s announcement.
I feel my cheeks warm and wonder if Frannie has some sort of inkling that Claybourne has kissed me. Do my lips now carry a brand as visible as that upon his thumb?
I swallow. "Because he respects you."
"I suppose. It has just
