He gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least thatโs how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasnโt a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an Iam- mildly-deranged-so-itโs-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-youpretend- to-agree-with-me smile.
Julia QuinnI cannot feel like a duchess in my motherโs sitting room.โ โWhat do you feel like, then?โ โHmmm.โ She took a sip of her tea. โJust Daphne Bridgerton, I suppose. Itโs difficult to shed the surname in this clan. In spirit, that is.โ โI hope that is a compliment,โ Lady Bridgerton remarked. Daphne just smiled at her mother. โI shall never escape you, Iโm afraid.โ She turned to Gareth. โThere is nothing like oneโs family to make one feel like one has never grown up.
Julia QuinnHe stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.
Julia QuinnHe didnโt know where the thought had come from, or what strange corner of his brain had come to that conclusion, because he was quite certain it would be nearly impossible to live with her, but somehow he knew that it wouldnโt be at all difficult to love her.
Julia QuinnDeep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.
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