Eleven
“Lucinda.”
I dipped my head in a polite curtsy. “William.”
His smile curled around his lips as he extended his arm to help me down the stairs. “You look beautiful.”
“You look quite dapper yourself,” I noted, raking my eyes over his body. He looked incredibly smart in his suit. Tall, handsome, unmistakably stylish.
“Thank you, my lady.” He escorted me to the front door, his eyes never leaving mine. “The limousine is waiting.”
“Do we have to? Can’t we just take a cab?” I spluttered. Mother would die of embarrassment and it would be my petty pleasure.
My fiancé shot me a stern, but sexy look. “No.”
“Fine.”
As he pulled the door open, a warm evening breeze greeted me. The scent of autumn danced into the house, inviting me out into the early evening.
“After you.” William’s mann
