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After spending two hours at the mess Ivory created in her room to choose a dress, I take a break and begin to march toward the maid's quarters when suddenly a hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me to the side with my back hitting a wall. I shut my eyes as
I gasp in shock and wince in pain.
"What the heck!" I snap and flutter my eyes open, only to shudder under his softly intense gaze. I blurt out in a dreamlike trance, "Sebastian." His name sends shivers down my back, and what surprises me more is the silence between us when I feel his hand on my face, more like his palm cupping and caressing my cheek. It makes me flinch a little when I raise my gaze and find him staring at me. Sebastian locks his eyes with me after what feels like hours of studying the red imprint of a fem
