Chapter Sixteen
Cassandra tried to peer over the head of the gentleman sitting next to her on the soft blanketed grass. Over the past week, she had been to more soirees, breakfasts and musicales than she could ever remember attending. Lady Bradmore had suddenly been swamped with invitations.
But there was still no sign of Lord Felbridge.
“Your eyes, like limpid pools of blue
Lure my confession I love you…”
Mr. Cawfield declaimed, reciting his latest poem, cleverly entitled “Cassandra of my Heart”.
Was Lord Felbridge somehow aware of what she was doing and deliberately avoiding her?
“Our two sweet souls should never part
Dearest Cassandra of my heart.”
He finished in a grand and deliberate manner, ending with a flourish, with his hand coming to rest against his bulging stomach.
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