Page 7 of One Night to Remember
The marquess smiled. “I always enjoy dancing with you.”
That was something, wasn’t it? A step in the right direction.
The problem was, they’d been making the same rhythmic steps once a week all Season long. They needed to see each other outside of the occasional ballroom if their courtship had any hope of blossoming into marriage.
He wasn’t Felicity’s best chance. He was heronlychance.
If it meant hinting at her willingness to turn their weekly half-hour intervals into something more substantial, then so be it.
She peered up at him through her lashes and offered her sweetest, most biddable smile.
“I always look forward to sharing a set with you,” she responded. “I’d be amenable to seeing each other more often. If the weather holds tomorrow, it should be a lovely day to enjoy the park.”
There. Forward, but hopefully nottooforward. In any case, the words were out. Where they took them was up to Lord Raymore.
“Oh,” the marquess said with an embarrassed wince. “Not tomorrow, I’m afraid. I’ve promised to take Miss Corning for ices, and then a visit to the theatre.”
Ices.
A public appearance in Raymore’s theatre box.
Young, pretty, first-Season-debutante Miss Corning. Not Felicity. Her stomach sank.
“Of course,” she murmured. “I understand.”
There went the one man who could provide everything she dreamed.
