*Bryant*
I watch her approach. I told Fanny to expect me, but I also issued an invitation to my Luna, and, for some unknown reason, curiosity harkened me to remain a bit longer, to see if she would appear. She sits in the chair beside me. I reach for the extra tumbler of whiskey I poured earlier in anticipation of her arrival and hand it to her. She takes it and sips gingerly.
“Beth she…” Madelyn releases a heavy sigh, “she thinks every night will be like tonight.”
“No reason it can’t be.” I point out.
She arches a brow with a look of annoyance. “You intend to pay gentlemen at every ball to dance with her?”
“I can well afford it.” I say.
She shakes her head, “That’s not the point. She thinks they see something in her.”
“Perhaps they do. Greenwood wasn’t the only one to return the fi
