The night was warm, and the sky was scattered with stars.
Andrew and Miranda were taking a romantic stroll in the garden, holding hands. She was talking while he was laughing.
"You don't mind that I'm working as a maid at the Dawson family, do you?" She had made the decision hastily and hadn't had a chance to discuss it with Andrew.
"I don't mind." Andrew embraced Miranda, holding her close. "I understand you. You're always independent and don't like to owe anyone anything. Do whatever you want, but promise me you'll take care of your hands and not overexert yourself."
Miranda smiled and nodded in agreement. "Okay." She lifted her arms and wrapped them around Andrew's neck.
Andrew's bright smile grew, and he wrapped his arms around her slim waist. He bent down, his tall nose brushing
