![]() ![]() “It was a pleasure,” Sir Wallace Benedict, her dancing partner, said as soon as the last note of the waltz ended. This was it, the final seconds of the most glorious waltz she'd ever danced. The musicians' instruments grew louder, indicating the climax of the waltz. Tonight she was held captive by a chiseled face that had a square jaw, high cheekbones, pale red lips, a slim nose, arching brows, and long, black lashes that surrounded a pair of the most beautiful gold-flecked, brown eyes she'd ever seen. ![]() ![]() Normally, Edwina dismissed physical appearances altogether, but not tonight. And there wasn't even a particle of a chance her dry, stinging eyes were going to blink and cheat her from the feast they were drinking in for as much as a fraction of a second. There, no more than six inches from her face, was the most handsome face she'd ever set eyes on. ![]() Her brain was far too distracted by the handsome image in front of her to function well enough to command her body to move. She was barely aware of the movements of her own body as her feet moved to the steps of a waltz on their own accord. Edwina Banks was certain she would have fallen to the floor in a boneless heap if not for the strong arm half wrapped around her midsection. ![]()
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