It promised to be a ball like every one before and every one after. Lady Anne was bored. And suddenly he was there … tall, strong and with eyes that seemed to look straight to the bottom of her soul. She found herself following him with her eyes and there … he looked straight over at her. Oh my God, she thought, I hope he doesn’t come here. „May I have the honour?“ … His voice was more pleasant than she had expected, softer somehow. And of course she followed him onto the dance floor, which seemed to be completely empty in one fell swoop. She knew ALL eyes were on her, who had managed to get the brittle Lord Michael to dance with her after all – the devil knows how she had done it. Anne savoured the envy that hit her body like pinpricks from the eyes of the others.
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When their hands touched for the first time, she felt a swarm of butterflies rise in her stomach. She couldn’t think anymore, just followed his lead and danced with him, every touch triggering a lightning strike, at least that’s how it felt. The smile he gave her was supposed to have a calming effect on her, but it had exactly the opposite effect. Her heart was pounding in her throat and when he took her in his arms for the waltz, she thought she was going to faint. But she had been brought up carefully enough – despite all the faux pas she had made in society so far – to not give her competition this satisfaction. And so they danced this dance together and many more until dawn broke and he asked her if he could see her again.