“You look splendid, Miss Worthington.”
I whirled at words snatched from my mind. I caught my face before surprise and more disenchantment ran off with it.
“Thank you, Mr…?” How dreadful I was for forgetting his name. He seemed to hover on the outskirts of everywhere these past few days.
Full lips turned up at one corner, the corners of his eyes crinkled. I had to raise my eyes to find his. When I did, I found the most distinctive brown eyes I had ever seen, warm and amber, like Father's brandy. “Butterworth. I am Herbert Butterworth, we met at—”
“At Crossways, yes, of course, I remember you, Mr. Butterworth,” I reassured him and myself. Could one handsome face truly make all others invisible?
He bowed slightly as some gentlemen still did with enchanting chivalry. Slim but muscular, hi
