Chapter Eighteen
London
Witherspoon Town House
Brighton
"My lady, you are such a sight to behold, this beautiful morning. You look so lovely, I daresay, even the morning star cannot rival your beauty."
Annalise grimaced as Lord Allan Beckwood kissed the back of her hand. She was extremely thankful that it was gloved. As soon as he released it, she withdrew and kept both hands safely clasped together.
"You are far too kind with your praises, my Lord. I am no competition for the morning stars."
"I beg to differ, for you shine so bright, even in the daylight. Those stars, they only shine when the sun goes to hide. Do you now see, my lady? That they truly cannot rival your beauty?"
Annalise could count the number of times she had rolled her eyes in her head, and given herself a mental
