They had been enjoying an open-air carriage ride through Keney Park last Sunday afternoon when Julian asked to escort her to the dance. He was flabbergasted by her answer.
“You are going to the dance with Bradley? After what I told you I saw?”
“You don’t know what you saw, Julian,” Concordia said evenly.
“But I thought you would go to the dance with me!” The depth of his indignation surprised her.
“I don’t recall you asking me before now!” she snapped.
“That was my intent, Concordia! I simply did not have the opportunity to do so before you jumped at the first offer you had!”
The words stung. How dared he? She was not some elderly spinster, desperate for an escort. And the cheek of the man, to assume that she would have no plans so close to the occasion!
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