Elijah
The moment Agnes had walked down the stairs in the ballroom, I had been captivated. It was like she had been made to captivate all my attention. I thought about it, as I kept my gaze on her in the study.
From our very first encounter, my gaze had been drawn to hers. In that room full of women that had put an over-the-top amount of effort into being noticed by me—I was drawn to her, the least conspicuous one.
Agnes.
I had quickly realized she wasn’t on the list because if she had been, I would have noticed.
All I could think about were those steel gray eyes, dark hair, and pouty lips of hers.
My thoughts flashed back to tonight. I had to admit that an inexplicable pull kept my eyes fixated on her. I’d invited her for that first dance, and dancing with her had been intoxica
